I Saw The Day Lean O'Er The World'S Sharp Edge And Peer Into Night'S Chasm, Dark And Damp; High In His Hand He Held A Blazing Lamp, Then Dropped It And Plunged Headlong Down The Ledge. With Lurid Splendor That Swift Paled To Gray, I Saw The Dim Skies Suddenly Flush Bright. 'Twas But The Expiring Glory Of The Light Flung From The Hand Of The Adventurous Day.