- - The day hast gone - -
The Sun hast set down the line spreading hue,
The flowers were swaying it's tiny Uproar,
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The Sun hast set down the line spreading hue, The flowers were swaying it's tiny Uproar, The cattles were grazing on the Pasture, beside an undee beach with warm Splendor
A very successful English sonnet (or Shakespearean) . You have got the form just right. I love the evening twilight, when day changes to night.
Upon thy bosom will I lie with no breath, dreaming the starry night that shoots the earth. ....