She floats upon the mists, like veil`ed bride
and mid the purple light of evening glows.
She wavers, beamed between the candled light;
a many-ribboned rainbow now she shows.

There’s mauve and peach among her silken folds
Look! streaming are her ruffles; there she glides…
and ivory, her face back-lit with gold!
Now peaceful in the billowed clouds she hides.

She whispers that the day has slipped away
and soon the colors fade to somber bloom;
a greying majesty begins to sway
as sad, and sadder grows the deep`ning gloom.

Black night has come again for this old crone
God save us from the dusky dark, alone.


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