“My songs were once of the sunrise:
They shouted it over the bar;
First-footing the dawns, they flourished,
And flamed with the morning star.

My songs are now of the sunset:
Their brows are touched with light,
But their feet are lost in the shadows
And wet with the dews of night.”

— William Ernest Henley

"Envoy"
Poems (1898)

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English poet, critic and editor 1849–1903

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“My songs were once of the sunrise:They shouted it over the bar;First-footing the dawns, they flourished,And flamed with the morning star.My songs are now of the sunset:Their brows are touched with light,But their feet are lost in the shadowsAnd wet with the dews of night.”

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“My songs were once of the sunrise:
They shouted it over the bar;
First-footing the dawns, they flourished,
And flamed with the morning star.

My songs are now of the sunset:
Their brows are touched with light,
But their feet are lost in the shadows
And wet with the dews of night.”