Sunsets On The Nile


Past emerald plains and furrowed mountains old,

 Whose violet gorges snare the wandering eye,
The pillared palms day’s dying embers hold,
Like shafts of bronze against the crimson sky,


And every cloud mirrors its rosy fold
In tremulous waves which blush and wander by


We float, and feel the magic penetrate,
Till all our soul is colored by the hues,


Making a heaven of earth, and, satiate
With splendor, we forego the use


Of speech, and reverently wait
While fades the glory with the falling dews….


…and darkness seals for memory each gleam,
Happy to know it was not all a dream!

“A Sunset on the Nile”  by Thomas Gold Appleton
(published by H W Longfellow in his anthology Poems on Places)

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