New Zealand Minstrelsy
The Setting Sun
The Setting Sun.
Behind yon lofty western hill
Half sunk the orb of day;
Along the length’ning shadows fell
Of tree and lowly spray.
The cottage windows vied to show
Respect to his last ray;
As, like to furnaces they glow,
T’illume departing day.
Fair Emma by her window sat,
And needlework had plied,—
It now lies idle in her lap,
Her lily hand beside.
On window-sill her elbow leans,
Her chin rests on her hand,
Her face betraying anxious thought,
Which feelings would command.
Her cheek has lost its rosy bloom,
The tear stands in her eye;
The downward sun while watching, oft
Her bosom heaves a sigh.
“Fair orb of day,” at length she cries,
“Though now ye look adieu,
Ye go to gladden flow’ry fields
Now bathed in pearly dew.
Ye go to childhood’s fondest scenes,
To happy mem’ry true, —
Ye’re rising o’er my Henry’s home,
While sinking from my view.
page 27 Oh! Would ye bear him my regards,
Tell him my heart is true;—
I know he seeks your morning beams
Long ere ye come to view.
Methinks I hear his vows renew’d
Of truth and love to me;—
’Tis thus, though distance us divide,
We converse hold in thee.
Assure him, I am ever his;
As to thy trust thou’rt true:—
But as ye hasten from my gaze,
Meet his in peace, adieu!