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E. E. Cummings

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OVER silent waters
                         day descending
                                                night ascending
floods the gentle glory of the sunset
In a golden greeting
                           splendidly to westward
as pale twilight
                     trem–
                             bles
                                    into
                                          Darkness
comes the last light’s gracious exhortation
                                                    Lifting up to peace
so when life shall falter
                                standing on the shores of the
eternal
god
      May I behold my sunset
Flooding
           over silent waters

Eight Harvard Poets (1917)

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