By Luis G. Dato

When day is dying in the western sky
And all the world is red with twilight glow,
Often my heart given out a painful cry,
Remembering the days of long ago.

Often in other days I sat beside
The boulders of the sea to watch the west,
Dreaming across the sea of even-tide,
With many a sigh compressed within my breast.

Days that have gone, ah days that ne’er again
Shall come from the lost twilight of the past,
This hour of sunset I recall with pain,
The little red hours and things that could not last.

Where have gone, those happy days of sun,
The wine-red clouds, the days and dreams of yore?
The twilight in the western sky is done,
A day among the days that are no more.

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