And breaks, and dances off across the skies
Gay as a flurry of blue butterflies.
But presently the evening shadows in,
Heralded by the night-jar’s solitary din
And the quick bat’s squeak among the trees;
—Who sudden rises, darting across the air
To weave her filmy web in the Sun’s bright hair
That slowly sinks dejected on his knees ...
Now is he vanished: the bewildered skies
Flame out a desperate and last surmise;