Apollo's steeds are hastening to their home On far Olympus. See, his chariot-sun In nearing limit of the daily run, This moment wheels behind the edge of night; While in its wake, a dust all luminous Bewilders with enchantment of delight. Harsh notes are muffled and the air is rife With nestling birds and crooning insect-life; With filmy sighs that end the children's day As dreamland fairies spirit them away; With lovers' heart-beats, quickened as they near The trysting-hour. These undertones are dear To those in tune with witching, vibrant things That greet the night as day her mantle flings. |