In the Gloaming
Across the sky, where pearly clouds ride high
and all is calm –
The sun has set, ist colours merged and met
in evenings's charm.
A star is seen, and others prick the sheen
of velvet night;
While very soon, majestic, harvest moon
beams brilliant light.
This perfect hour – a frame for shrub and flower
and distant hill;
A picture view – well known, yet now – as new –
and night is still.