Now in the west is spread <br />A golden bed; <br />Great purple curtains hang around, <br />With fiery fringes bound, <br />And cushions, crimson red, <br />For Phœbus' lovely head; <br />And as he sinks through waves of amber light, <br />Down to the crystal halls of Amphitrite, <br />Hesper leads forth his starry legions bright <br />Into the violet fields of air—Good night!<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-45/
