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Sunset Song.

Leaning my chin on my hands,

     I looked far away to sea

Where the dying sunset a sense commands

     Of half‑mystical majesty.

And I felt a strange sorrow, a fear,

     A desire[1] like a sudden love

     For[2] something that is not here

     And that I can never have.

Alexander Search.

(1907)

[1] desire ^/hope\

[2] For ^/Of\