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.
Up in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of Cities float In sunset's golden and crimson dyes: I look and a great joy clutches my throat! Plateau of roofs by canyons crossed: windows by thousands fire-furled O gazing, how the heart is lost in the Deepest City in the World.
Whence is yonder flower so strangely bright? Would the sunset's last reflected shine Flame so red from that dead flush of light? Dark with passion is its lifted line, Hot, alive, amid the falling night.dora read goodale