Evening by Frances Anne Kemble

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Now in the west is spread
A golden bed,
Great purple curtains hang around,
With fiery fringes bound,
And cushions, crimson red,
For Phœbus’ lovely head,
And as he sinks through waves of amber light,
Down to the crystal halls of Amphitrite,
Hesper leads forth his starry legions bright
Into the violet fields of air—Good night!

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