Analysis of The Setting Sun

I can see that distant horizon
Where sun is setting down,
I can see death is approaching
wearing victorious crown.

The sky is tinted with gold
that is last bright light
before the profound dark
of endless night.

The trees are dancing
with upholding their hands,
as if shadowy ghosts
are dancing after sumptuous viands.

I know night is deep
when day is near,
so I agree with reality
not with stricken fear.