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.
Text Authorship:
- by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894), "Sunset Wings" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Frederic Ayres (1876 - 1926), "Sunset Wings" [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2004-05-07
Line count: 15
Word count: 101