Classic Poem

Slow reddening dawns, and early purpling eves
Lit by the glamour of the vesper star;
Under the noon a wind that faintly grieves
Behind the hills afar.

A surge of hastening wings toward distant seas
Beneath the azure of the tropic day;
O'er all the land resplendent tapestries
That fade like dreams away.

Beauty about us in alluring guise,
Her radiant path by golden gossamer crossed,
And yet at heart, perceived in subtle wise,
A sense of something lost.