Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

              The Golden Sunset

                   The golden sea its mirror spreads
                   Beneath the golden skies,
                   And but a narrow strip between
                   Of land and shadow lies.
                   The cloud-like rocks, the rock-like clouds
                   Dissolved in glory float,
                   And midway of the radiant flood,
                   Hangs silently the boat.
                   The sea is but another sky,
                   The sky a sea as swell,
                   And which is earth and which is heaven,
                   The eye can scarcely tell!


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