Beach Grass by Kristina_5

‘Tis sweet to trace the setting sun
Wheel blushing down the west;
When his diurnal race is run,
The traveller stops the gloom to shun,
And lodge his bones to rest.

From: The Setting Sun by George Moses Horton

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