Classic Poem

Behind the ameythystine isles, the sun
Sinks down in measured silence, while upon
The sky dim heights of towering Helicon
The crimson wings of daylight flutter still,
Strewing the snowy slopes with roseate streams
That fade into the valley's moonless dreams
In paler hues, beneath each sheltering hill.
The evening violet of the watchful sea
Is purpled with the sun's inveteracy,
Till o'er the wave-wide space, an outcast bird
Flies suddenly in affright, for it has heard
Night's footsteps deep within the woodlands stirred.