Opals (Custance)/The Blue Mist
The Blue Mist
Twilight . . . the musical Earth mute . . .
One yellow star above the rose-stained west . . .
Whose worshippers in woody undergrowths
Pale primrose stars of Spring waft scentful gusts
Of wild flower prayer to her . . . The purple dusk
Folds nearer and the faded far-off fields
Are lost to sight, and through the leafless trees
Creeps a soft sapphire mist, till every twig
Is blotted out, and every branch is veiled . . .
And pine and fir loom mystical and strange
And the great cedar wavers like a dream
Beneath the cloudless sky that darkens still
Slung here and there each moment with more stars.
One yellow star above the rose-stained west . . .
Whose worshippers in woody undergrowths
Pale primrose stars of Spring waft scentful gusts
Of wild flower prayer to her . . . The purple dusk
Folds nearer and the faded far-off fields
Are lost to sight, and through the leafless trees
Creeps a soft sapphire mist, till every twig
Is blotted out, and every branch is veiled . . .
And pine and fir loom mystical and strange
And the great cedar wavers like a dream
Beneath the cloudless sky that darkens still
Slung here and there each moment with more stars.