The sacred lamp of day Now dipt in western clouds his parting ray.
The sacred lamp of day Now dipt in western clouds his parting ray.william falconer
Vain is the hope by colouring to display The bright effulgence of the noontide ray Or paint the full-orb'd ruler of the skies With pencils dipt in dull terrestrial dyes.
For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw a Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;
But light as any wind that blows So fleetly did she stir, The flower, she touch'd on, dipt and rose, And turned to look at her.
Life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom, To shape and use.
For I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'd a ghastly dew From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue.