A Sunset on the Nile (Poem by Thomas Gold Appleton (1812–1884)
PAST emerald plains and furrowed mountains old,Whose violet gorges snare the wandering eye,The pillared palms day’s dying embers hold,Like shafts of bronze against the crimson sky,And every cloud mirrors its rosy foldIn tremulous waves which blush and wander by—We float, and feel the magic penetrate,Till all our soul is colored by the hues,Making a heaven of earth, and, satiateWith splendor, we forego the useOf speech, and reverently waitWhile fades the glory with the falling dews,And darkness seals for memory each gleam,Happy to know it was not all a dream.
Nile and Orion Nebula Overlay by Dee Smith, Thyalwaysseek