John Kenyon - Remembrance Of Sunset lyrics

Where silent elms are clustering round That grey church-tower, which peers above, She sleeps beneath the narrow mound, Whom I had loved with brother's love. The sun, o'er yonder wooded height Slow-drawing on his evening streak, Had glanced a ray of rosy light Athwart her pale and dying cheek; And while that glorious orb of his Yet hung—departing—in the west, Amid a kindred scene like this Her noble spirit sank to rest. But, ever since, this westering light, These purpled hills, that flaming sea, Those streaks o'er yonder wooded height, Though beauteous still, are sad to me.