set-sun

Updated: June 2, 2025

For O, you stood beside me, like my youth, Transformed for me the real to a dream, Cloathing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. 'The bloom has vanished from my life' there is no morning to this all investing night; no rising to the set-sun of love.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - The Last Man