Drench dingles with laburnum light;

Drown every copse in violet blaze:

Rain rose-light down; and, poppy-bright,

Die downward o'er the hills of haze,

And bring at last the stars of night!

The stars and moon! that silver world,

That, like a spirit, faces west,

Her foam-white feet with light empearled,

Bearing white flame within her breast:

Earth's sister sphere of fire and snow,