From “The Spanish Gypsy”
DAY is dying! Float, O song,
  Down the westward river,
Requiem chanting to the Day,—
  Day, the mighty Giver.

Pierced by shafts of Time he bleeds,
  Melted rubies sending
Through the river and the sky,
  Earth and heaven bleeding;

All the long-drawn earthy banks
  Up to cloud-land...