- Crimson Sunset.
As sunset’s shades descend upon on the mountains,
Vague shadows kneel about like Zion ’s daughters.
All nature seems to whisper quiet vespers;
The sanguine sky is dying on the waters.
Wind-swept clouds of purple are around us,
Orion’s dim tiara seems to tremble.
The lamp of evening rises up with ardor,
And heaven’s starry ornaments assemble.
Oh, moon! In silence you will rule till morning;
Come dawn’s faint glimmer, you will be commending
A benediction for the crimson sunrise--
Then blow a sweet adieu, that’s never-ending.
