AT SUNSET

Into the sunset's turquoise marge

The moon dips, like a pearly barge

Enchantment sails through magic seas,

To fairyland Hesperides,

Over the hills and away.

Into the fields, in ghost-gray gown,

The young-eyed Dusk comes slowly down;

Her apron filled with stars she stands,

And one or two slip from her hands

Over the hills and away.

Above the wood's black caldron bends

The witch-faced Night and, muttering, blends

The dew and heat, whose bubbles make

The mist and musk that haunt the brake

Over the hills and away.

Oh, come with me, and let us go

Beyond the sunset lying low,

Beyond the twilight and the night,

Into Love's kingdom of long light,

Over the hills and away.