Behind the golden western hills 
The sun goes down, a founder'd bark, 
Only a mighty sadness fills 
   The silence of the dark. 

O twilight sad with wistful eyes, 
Restore in ruth again to me 
The shadow of the peace that lies 
   Beyond the purple sea. 

The sun of my great joy goes down, 
Against the paling heights afar, 
Gleams out like some glad angel's crown, 
   A yellow evening star; 

The glory from the western hills 
Falls fading, spark on spark, 
Only a mighty sadness fills 
   The spaces of the dark.