Classic Poem

In the cool wonder-gleam of the evening,
In the soft aureole of the light,
When the azure dies
And the emerald skies
Fade into the myriad night;

When I sit in the tower of shadows,
In the dream-time of day that is done,
And the isles of mist
By the daylight kist
Are blushing adieux to the sun;

When the stars are beginning to twinkle
And the dew-breath is sweet from afar,
The earth-spirit sings
And all animate things
One kindred, one brotherhood are.