Dusk

Rather a rough-cut sonnet, I think...

A violet drapery curtaining the earth
With shades of midnight peering here and there –
Such calm reflection of an evening mirth
And quietude that follows pomp and flare…
Sunset gone; the eventide asleep
And, in the embered sky, so lately bright,
The nightly court their silent vigil keep
And guard His kingdom with their gentle light.
So little movement in their twinkling guard;
Serenity encompasses the sky,
And where the midday jungle blared and jarred,
At dusk we hear the echo of a sigh.

And I, so undeserving, witness this!
So dear! the sweet celestial bond of bliss.

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