Day’s sunset glow that it might ever last,
That clothes as with immortal robe each height,
Rugged and stern ‘mid glare of noonday light,
Softened beneath eve’s gracious glory cast—
Like soul released, from strife to sweetness passed—
Were such power mine, so might I hope, perchance,
In fitting speech to rhyme thy song’s romance,
To sing its sweetness with a note as sweet
As thine that makes this sunset hour complete—
As voice beloved doth richest joy enhance,