So swift it dips

So swift it dips to meet the mottled sky,
The flaming vestige of a spendthrift day.
Where fading colours pale and drift away,
Suffuse the evening with a fainter dye.
When you have come oh mistress of the night,
To cloak the valley in the blackest hue,
And breathe the purple sighs of midnight dew,
To dim the feckless shades of moonlit light.
The trembling soul betrays the magic sway,
Of whispering echoes that lull and lift,
Among the ghostly rimes of coastal spray,
Cry out oh mistress please, leave us your gift.
And sleep within the dreams of endless night,
Lest morning come and cast the stars adrift.


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