Palms in the sunset of a languid summer land! Sculpture of living green on dreamy scarlet light, Dividing as a wall the twilight from the night! How magically still and luminous they stand, Inclining fretted leaves above some red lagoon— Careless alike, in mystic and immense repose, Of the flamingo-colored, flying sun that goes, Or the slow-coming of the lion-colored moon. |