Gloria Mundi (Lowell)

Red gold of parting sunset, backward thrown,In largess on my tall paternal trees,Thou with delusive care didst never teaseThe heart hat hoards thee; childhood is not flownFrom him whose life no fairer boon hath knownThan that what pleased him earliest still would please:Nor are there incomes safe from Fate as these,So evanescent, so for life our own:All grosser gold is slave to earthly laws,But this with things immortal claims its right,As on the topmost leaves it seems to pauseIn tremulous passion ere it yield to night:So linger, when the light of earth withdraws,Radiance of heart, pathetically bright!