Classic Poem

The dewey evening with its orange sky
Looks mellow like ripe fruit before it falls
Those thunder strokes of Ink black clouds that lye
Oer the gold seas of light to thought recalls
Niagarras rocks & their tremendous falls
The waves o light pour oer its sunniest dye
Fancy hears the torrents thundering brawls
While peace upon the velvet sward sits bye
And heaven seems melting from so soft a sky