And watched to see the evening glories
With bated breath, as I were half afraid
No right was mine to gaze on scene so fair.
Such beauty could m be for tear-dimmed
And so I watched to see swift-coming night
Throw her black mantle o'er the radiance
Ere half fulfilled its glorious prophecies.
Not so, the flame-tint which the waiting
Caught from the sun behind the western
Grew ever brighter__sped with roseate
Up to the zenith, glad to be released.
Then, when all lands within the shadow
Save whereupon the loftier summits'
The sunshine lingered, bidding them good
There flamed the splendor of the dying
And yet it seemed the pageant mocked
Nor gold, nor rose, nor ruddy flame the
Nor 'painter from his palette ever drew
Such union of the tints, nor brought relief.
But, as my eye forsook the exulting west,
Rose through the blue, so tender from
So silver, large, and calm, the evening star,
That all my troubled soul was lulled to rest.
___Mary Alice Manley