A Sunset

As light, first-born of order, sinks abed,
And there, supine, of perfumed simples sips
A wishing-star upon his finger slips
A weave of polished copper sand is spread
Before advancing hills; the haughty head
A stately oak uplifts now humbly dips
And bows salaaming praise; and scattered chips
Of saffron clouds absorb the nightfall's tread.

May we so well the household of the mind
Set straight and kindle thought with graciousness,
That we, when years have reached the occident,
May find unrest of day is left behind;
May then, no longer awed by spaciousness<
Of endless time, drink deep of sweet content.

Kansas Poets
Edited by May William Ward
(New York: Henry Harrison. 1935)
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