A silver flash from the sinking sun, Then a shot of crimson across the sky That, bursting, lets a thousand colors fly And riot among the clouds; they run, Deepening in purple, flaming in gold, Changing, and opening fold after fold, Then fading through all of the tints of the rose into gray, Till, taking quick fright at the coming night, They rush out down the west, In hurried quest Of the fleeing day. Now above where the tardiest color flares a moment yet, One point of light, now two, now three are set To form the starry stairs, — And, in her fire-fly crown, Queen Night, on velvet slippered feet, comes softly down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |