I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge
  And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp;
  High in his hand he held a blazing lamp,
Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge.

With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray,
  I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright.
  'Twas but the expiring glory of the light
Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.