One Evening.And watched to see the evening glories fade, 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 eyes; And so I watched to see swift-coming night Throw her black mantle o'er the radiance bright, Ere half fulfilled its glorious prophecies. Not so, the flame-tint which the waiting east Caught from the sun behind the western hills, Grew ever brighter__sped with roseate thrills Up to the zenith, glad to be released. Then, when all lands within the shadow lay. Save whereupon the loftier summits' height The sunshine lingered, bidding them good night,__ There flamed the splendor of the dying day. And yet it seemed the pageant mocked my grief, Nor gold, nor rose, nor ruddy flame the hue, 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 afar, So silver, large, and calm, the evening star, That all my troubled soul was lulled to rest. ___Mary Alice Manley
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