Classic Poem

Twilight … the musical Earth mute …
One yellow star above the rose-stained west …
Whose worshippers in woody undergrowths
Pale primrose stars of Spring waft scentful gusts
Of wild flower prayer to her … The purple dusk
Folds nearer and the faded far-off fields
Are lost to sight, and through the leafless trees
Creeps a soft sapphire mist, till every twig
Is blotted out, and every branch is veiled …
And pine and fir loom mystical and strange
And the great cedar wavers like a dream
Beneath the cloudless sky that darkens still
Slung here and there each moment with more stars.