Sunset by Ella Wheeler Wilcox — Read

I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge / And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp; / High in his hand he held a blazing lamp, / Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge.

With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray, / I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright. / 'Twas but the expiring glory of the light / Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.