by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)

Sunset Wings
Language: English 
To-night this sunset spreads two golden wings
Cleaving the western sky;
Winged too with wind it is, and winnowings
Of birds; as if the day's last hour in rings
Of strenuous flight must die.

Sun-steeped in fire, the homeward pinions sway
Above the dovecote-tops;
And clouds of starlings, ere they rest with day,
Sink, clamorous like mill-water, at wild play,
By turns in every copse:

Each tree heart-deep the wrangling rout receives, --
Save for the whirr within,
You could not tell the starlings from the leaves;
Then one great puff of wings, and the swarm heaves
Away with all its din.

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This text was added to the website: 2004-05-07
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Word count: 101