Classic Poem

I walked along the road as night came down,
A sunset dyed the sky upon my right,
And on the left a round moon met my sight,
Rising from out the earthly shadows brown.
A bright, fair moon; a glittering, joyous moon:
Which, as it lay upon the eastern sky,
Seemed almost like the sun unto the eye,
Shining so golden, Nature's greatest boon
The sunset on my right was beautiful!
Well up in the sky a wash of faintest green;
Below, a pale soft yellow could be seen,
Which fed a band of orange deep and dull;
And fields of rich vermilion darkened still
Into one strong red line which rimmed the hill.