The cloudless day is richer at its close; <br />A golden glory settles on the lea; <br />Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose <br />To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea. <br /> <br />And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light, <br />The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines; <br />Freed form the noonday glare, the favour'd sight <br />Increasing grace in earth and sky divines. <br /> <br />But ere the purest radiance crowns the green, <br />Or fairest lustre fills th' expectant grove, <br />The twilight thickens, and the fleeting scene <br />Leaves but a hallow'd memory of love!<br /><br />Howard Phillips Lovecraft<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-103/
