Southeastern Oklahoma State University - Savage Yearbook (Durant, OK)

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SUNSET (Prize Poem). We watched the sunset, she and I. The shadowed lights that gleam and die, And changing, ever lovelier seem, The substance of an artist’s dream. Was heaven ever yet so blue? Or clouds such soft, deep gray in hue? Can earth show gold so purely bright? That cloud,—is even snow as white? What was but now the palest rose Like heated ashes darkly glows; Each outline clear as touched with flame. Though ever changing, still the same. How can we tell the absent, one The beauty of the setting sun? The painter’s warmest tints are pale; The poet's best description fail. Can we translate, or hope to try, What God has written in the sky? The wondrous waiting of His hand We see, but do not understand. We watched the beauties fade away. But though the clouds once more were gray. The glory of the sunset skies Was still reflected in her eyes. 12 —WHITNEY ’16.

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