Sunset gleams of rose and amber,
Where the ivy tendrils clamber,
Flush each casement pane.
Lurks no ghost behind the arras,
Happy midnight dreams to harass,
Wakes no Banshee’s wail;
Tapestry, nor antique lumber,
Doth its sunny hall encumber,
Shield, nor suit of mail.
Morning wakes its household noises,