The Golden Sunset

American|Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The golden sea its mirror spreads

Beneath the golden skies,

And but a narrow strip between

Of land and shadow lies.

The cloud-like rocks, the rock-like clouds

Dissolved in glory float,

And midway of the radiant flood,

Hangs silently the boat.

The sea is but another sky.

The sky a sea as well,

And which is earth and which is heaven.

The eye can scarcely tell.