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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Sunset
By Edith Matilda Thomas (1854–1925)
 
From ‘A Winter Swallow: With Other Verse’

WHAT pageants have I seen, what plenitude
  Of pomp, what hosts in Tyrian rich array,
  Crowding the mystic outgate of the day:
What silent hosts, pursuing or pursued,
And all their track with wealthy wreckage strewed!        5
  What seas that roll in waves of gold and gray,
  What flowers, what flame, what gems in blent display,—
What wide-spread pinions of the phœnix brood!
Give me a window opening on the west,
  And the full splendor of the setting sun.        10
    There let me stand and gaze, and think no more
If I be poor, or old, or all unblest;
  And when my sands of life are quite outrun,
    May my soul follow through the day’s wide door!
 
 
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