Into the sunset’s turquoise margeThe moon dips, like a pearly barge;Enchantment sails through magic seas,To fairyland Hesperides,Over the hills and away.
At Sunset, stanza 1.
A moonlight traveler in Fancy’s land.Madison Cawein
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.Madison Cawein
At daybreak Morn shall come to meIn raiment of the white winds spun.Madison Cawein
Some shall reap that never sowAnd some shall toil and not attain.Madison Cawein
What magic shall solve us the secretOf beauty that’s born for an hour?Madison Cawein
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.Madison Cawein