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...A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION I SAW A STABLE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE AN APPEAL TO MY COUNTRYWOMEN by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |