Madison Cawein - Spring Twilight lyrics

The sun set late, and left along the West One furious ruby rare, whose rosy rays Poured in a slumb'rous cloud's pear-curdled breast, Blossomed to peachy sprays. The sun set late, and wafts of wind arose, And cuffed the blossom from the blossoming quince; Shatter red attar vials of the rose, And made the clover wince. By dusking forests, thro' whose fretful boughs In flying fragments shot the evening's flame, Adown the tangled lane the quiet cows With dreary tinklings came. The sun set late; but hardly had he gone When o'er the moon's gold-litten crescent there, Clean Phosphor, polished as a precious stone, Pulsed in fair deeps of air. As from faint stars the glory waned and waned, The fussy insects made the garden shrill; Beyond the luminous pasture lands complained One lonely whippoorwill.