Classic Poem

The evening lays its golden bars
Across the empire of the blue,
And one by one the taper stars
Gleam silently to view.

Till all their tenderness and light,
The burning beauty of the whole
Cathedral of the spherèd night,
Is mirrored in the soul.

Now fade the glowing vesper bars
That gird the pillars of the west,
And all the lustres of the stars
Burn in their rooms of rest.