Ebony and Crystal/Crepuscle

by Clark Ashton Smith

CREPUSCLE

The sunset-gonfalons are furledOn 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.