One With The Ruined Sunset, The Strange Forsaken Sands, What Is It Waits, And Wanders, And Signs With Desparate Hands? What Is It Calls In The Twilight - Calls As Its Chance Were Vain? The Cry Of A Gull Sent Seaward Or The Voice Of An Ancient Pain? The Red Ghost Of The Sunset, It Walks Them As Its Own, These Dreary And Desolate Reaches . . . But O, That It Walked Alone!