Poems (Jordan)/At Sunset
For works with similar titles, see At Sunset.
AT SUNSET
Night sowed his golden star-seed in the sky,
And sprinkled them with vapor all about;
Morn, clad in gorgeous garments, sauntered by
To see if they had yet begun to sprout;
Then came the King of Day with stately tread,
And, with warm fingers, loosed their mystic bands;
And white-masked tints raised, each, a tiny head,
And stretched tow'rd him stems, like cloud-covered hands;
Then—sudden bloom! and the star-flowers all,
Let o'er the earth their broken petals fall!
And sprinkled them with vapor all about;
Morn, clad in gorgeous garments, sauntered by
To see if they had yet begun to sprout;
Then came the King of Day with stately tread,
And, with warm fingers, loosed their mystic bands;
And white-masked tints raised, each, a tiny head,
And stretched tow'rd him stems, like cloud-covered hands;
Then—sudden bloom! and the star-flowers all,
Let o'er the earth their broken petals fall!