Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky <br />Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below <br />The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie <br />Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow <br />And wake among the harps of leafless trees <br />Fantastic runes and mournful melodies. <br /> <br />The chilly purple air is threaded through <br />With silver from the rising moon afar, <br />And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue <br />In the southwest glimmers a great gold star <br />Above the darkening druid glens of fir <br />Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir. <br /> <br />And so I wander through the shadows still, <br />And look and listen with a rapt delight, <br />Pausing again and yet again at will <br />To drink the elusive beauty of the night, <br />Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup, <br />That with divine enchantment is brimmed up.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-autumn-evening/
