Sunset red glows yesterday
my breast fills as I see,
fill me, life's destiny.

I sigh an immense  perfect show
and, praise, I do,
the  crimson hues,
and sing of victories past

in the golden vast sphere of natural,
like every animal every
beast made, even me

in the midst of decay
I sing the  song of old age
in the breath of last depths
I ask for one last view
of the sunset's crimson hues.