One moment, the slim cloudflakes seem to lean <br />With their sad sunward faces aureoled, <br />And longing lips set downward brightening <br />To take the last sweet hand kiss of the king, <br />Gone down beyond the closing west acold; <br />Paying no reverence to the slender queen, <br />That like a curved olive leaf of gold <br />Hangs low in heaven, rounded toward sun, <br />Or the small stars that one by one unfold <br />Down the gray border of the night begun.<br /><br />Archibald Lampman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-october-sunset/
