At Sunset (2014)

When wanes the light of day, so wanes my cheer:
The flowers round my temples start to fade
And droop their heads. Then ore my soul a shade
Falls quietly, and not untouched by fear,
The ruddy sky doth half beguile me
Into the arms of death—there leaving all
The sorrow which this evening may befall
My melancholy self. How can it be
That sights so fair could overshade my mind?
I know not; but I ever wish to live
However sweetly death do smile and fawn.
The beauty of that scene doth well remind
Me of that joy which life and love can give;
So sleep I yet to wait the coming dawn.