Arthur Henry Adams - The Ebb of Day lyrics

The ebb of day has now begun; The waters to the low west crowd; But one forgotten wisp of cloud Glows like a fragment of the sun, And stranded on the shores of Night, Where ‘gainst the sky the telegraph Stretching his dim, audacious path Defiantly to heaven aspires, There lies a maiden, drowned and white— The torn Moon tangled in the wires!