Classic Poem

A violet dusk hangs softly o'er the Bay,
And golden evening, amorous of the day,
Watches the purple waves that sing afar
Where glows the radiance of an early star
That bashful-eyed, gleams fitfully in the sky.
A Springtime blossom-scent is in the breeze,
While towering, sentinel-like, the cypress trees
Loom loftily on the hills. One sunset wing
Floats far above, and amber shadows fling
Their rich tints on the sea's edge, glistening white.
Dusk gathers fast,—and with the blue day's flight
There falls the speechless wonder of the night.