XI
TWILIGHT
The fervent sun was loth to go
Because the tower glittered so.
My Lord the Sun, he picked them out:
The emerald with the ruby married,
The topaz in the opal buried.
The crystal and the amethyst,—
They winked and sparkled, with smile and flout,
And every one My Lord Sun kissed.
Gleam and good night and now he has gone,
And after him the rainbow drawn.
Secret and cool the pearl fog drifts
Up from the sea and across the tower,
Round sleeping palaces folds and lifts.
Muffles and shifts in the spectral bower.
Delicate partners, the mist and the breeze
Weave their still measures through colonnades,
In and out among looming trees
And wavering, shadowy, silent glades,
Then one, then two, a jeweled blur
Where lights awake and glow through gossamer.
