SUNSET.
Crimson and cloth-of-gold,His cloud-couch, rarely wrought;—To bower so beautifulNo bride was ever brought.Save his,—of tender grace,—Dear Twilight, faithful, fair,On whose sweet lips he seeksSurcease of toil and care.O light ineffable!Wonder of wood and wold;—The vision and the pledgeOf rapture manifold.
Crimson and cloth-of-gold,His cloud-couch, rarely wrought;—To bower so beautifulNo bride was ever brought.Save his,—of tender grace,—Dear Twilight, faithful, fair,On whose sweet lips he seeksSurcease of toil and care.O light ineffable!Wonder of wood and wold;—The vision and the pledgeOf rapture manifold.
Crimson and cloth-of-gold,His cloud-couch, rarely wrought;—To bower so beautifulNo bride was ever brought.
Crimson and cloth-of-gold,
His cloud-couch, rarely wrought;—
To bower so beautiful
No bride was ever brought.
Save his,—of tender grace,—Dear Twilight, faithful, fair,On whose sweet lips he seeksSurcease of toil and care.
Save his,—of tender grace,—
Dear Twilight, faithful, fair,
On whose sweet lips he seeks
Surcease of toil and care.
O light ineffable!Wonder of wood and wold;—The vision and the pledgeOf rapture manifold.
O light ineffable!
Wonder of wood and wold;—
The vision and the pledge
Of rapture manifold.