The western radiance stealing;
And now it bore a purple hue,
And now all black and dim it grew,
And still she saw them, kneeling.
White were their robes as fleecy snow
Their faces pale, yet chearful.
Their golden hair, like waves of light
Shone lust’rous mid the glooms of night;
Their starry eyes were tearful.
And now they look’d to Heav’n, and smil’d,