Look Not To The West

Look not to the west where the sun is dying On fields of darkening clouds! Look not to the west where the wild birds nest And the winds are hieing To sweep away sleep from the forest, And tatter the shrouds of sable silence Lit by the fire-fly's morris-dance. Look not to the west-- 'Tis best for the heart to hear not the chants Of Evening over day's death!

Look not to the west where the sun is dying-- The sun that rose with song! Look not to the west where the closèd quest Of thy soul seems lying; Where every sorrow that ever Was wed with wrong in human breast, From the sea of its radiance never fades! Look not to the west-- 'Tis best for the heart to see not the shades That rise--the wrecks of the Past!