97
At Sunset.
A glory of red and yellow!
A splendour of grey and pink!
We have seen many sunsets, Emily,
But never a fairer, I think.
A splendour of grey and pink!
We have seen many sunsets, Emily,
But never a fairer, I think.
See by the golden gateway
Pillars of opal stand,
Mark what a spell of silence
Lies on the listening land.
Pillars of opal stand,
Mark what a spell of silence
Lies on the listening land.
See through the parted branches
And glimmering trunks of trees,
An ocean of amber tintings
Melts into pale green seas.
And glimmering trunks of trees,
An ocean of amber tintings
Melts into pale green seas.
And far on the dim horizon
Shadowy hill-points rise
Like dark blue tents that a giant
Rears 'neath the sunset skies.
Shadowy hill-points rise
Like dark blue tents that a giant
Rears 'neath the sunset skies.
List to the silence, Emily!
Solemn, profound, complete,
For the thick green turf beneath us
Muffles the sound of our feet.
Solemn, profound, complete,
For the thick green turf beneath us
Muffles the sound of our feet.
