Now the gold goes trickling out of the sunset,
Leaving blue and the deep slumbering red :
(Beautiful, calm in accomplishment, but dead).
Dark green leaves dance over the deepening sky
And silver starlight, dreamingly tranquil
(But still as Death, now the gold has gone, so still)
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Arnold James' poem "Now the gold goes trickling out of the sunset" was published in the 1919 Wheels anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follow the link(s) below: