Consumed in Fire

The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true. -William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1793

Immortal Flame

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,       And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;       I change, but I cannot die. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, 1820

Crimson Whisper

as a wanderer out in ocean, Where some refulgent sunset of India Streams o'er a rich ambrosial ocean isle,     And crimson-hued the stately palm-woods         Whisper in odorous heights of even. -Alfred Lord Tennyson, Milton (Alcaics), 1863

Lost Sunset

Faint elfin songs from out the past     Of some lost sunset land -William Wilfred Campbell, The Blind Caravan, 1905

Reconciliation of Light and Darkness

But here, where light and darkness reconciled Held earth between them as a weanling child Between the balanced hands of death and birth, Even as they held the new-born shape of earth When first life trembled in her limbs and smiled, Here hope might think to find what hope were worth. -Algernon Charles Swinburne, In the Bay, 1878

Sea of Fire

And then--as if the Earth and Sea had been Dissolv'd into one lake of fire, -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Julian and Maddalo (excerpt), 1824

Remote Time

Another Athens shall arise,     And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies,     The splendour of its prime; And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven can give. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Hellas (Chorus from), 1822

Hour Dividing Light from Darkness

If yet thy fire have not one spark the less, O Titan, born of her a Titaness, Across the sunrise and the sunset's mark Send of thy lyre one sound, thy fire one spark, To change this face of our unworthiness, Across this hour dividing light from dark. -Algernon Charles Swinburne, In the Bay, 1878

Ruling Passion

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Search then the Ruling Passion. --Alexander Pope, Epistles to Several Persons, 1734

Living Fire

Like sunrise never wholly risen, nor yet Quenched; or like sunset never wholly set, A light to lighten as from living eyes The cold unlit close lids of one that lies Dead, or a ray returned from death's far skies To fire us living lest our lives forget. -Algernon Charles Swinburne, In the Bay, 1878

Passion Above the Bay

Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; -Robert Browning, Home-Thoughts, from the Sea, 1845

Fiery Sphere

To change this face of our chill time, that hears No song like thine of all that crowd its ears, Of all its lights that lighten all day long Sees none like thy most fleet and fiery sphere's Outlightening Sirius--in its twilight throng   No thunder and no sunrise like thy song. -Algernon Charles Swinburne, In the Bay, 1878

From Cape to Cape

From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,       Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,       The mountains its columns be. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, 1820

A Faint Note

I seem to hear a bar of music float And swoon into the west ; My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note, But something in my breast Blends with that strain, till both accord in one, As cloud and colour blend at set of sun. -Emily Pauline Johnson, Flint and Feather, 1912

Tonight

TO-NIGHT the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes ; Its chalice overflows With pools of purple colouring the skies, Aflood with gold and rose ; And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine, As sinks the sun within that world of wine. -Emily Pauline Johnson, Flint and Feather, 1912

When Sunset May Breathe

And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,       Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall       From the depth of Heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest,       As still as a brooding dove. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, 1820