At morn and even, when the east and west
Were bathed in floods of purple poured from Heaven,
We would delay the Morn upon its nest,
And fold the wings of Even!
All day we’d fly with azure wings unfurled,
And gird a belt of Song about the world;
All night we’d teach the winds of night a tune,
While charméd oceans slept beneath a yellow moon!
And when a-weary grown of earthly sport,
We’d wind our devious flight from star to star,