Ebony and Crystal/Crepuscle

by Clark Ashton Smith

CREPUSCLE

The sunset-gonfalons are furled
On plains of evening, broad and pale,
And, wov'n athwart the waning world,
The air is like a silver veil.

Into the thin and trembling gloom,
That holds a hueless warp of light,
The murmuring wind on a slow loom,
Weaves the rich purples of the night.