Paint the Icy Vale
Paint the icy vale in sunset,
Everything a gloaming blush,
Beautify the spanning inlet,
With an evanescent flush.
All the water throwing colour,
Rippling a kaleidoscope,
As the daylight dwindles duller,
Low the sun beyond the slope.
Spill the pallete of November;
Rouge and spectral shades of red,
Such a sentimental ember—
All the season’s sadness bled.
Walking in the twilight chasm,
Light and dark entwine as one,
The moment but the dying spasm,
Of a most tenacious sun.
Bring me to the arms of nightshade!
Soft as mother’s slaking love,
Aye, a darkly dreaming handmaid,
Sensuous with stars above.
ADL
adamdaniel 