Sunset On The River

A Sea of onyx are the skies, Cloud-islanded with fire; Such nacre-colored flame as dyes A sea-shell's rosy spire; And at its edge one star sinks slow, Burning, into the overglow. II. Save for the cricket in the grass, Or passing bird that twitters, The world is hushed. Like liquid glass The soundless river glitters Between the hills that hug and hold Its beauty like a hoop of gold. III. The glory deepens; and, meseems, A vasty canvas, painted With revelations of God's dreams And visions symbol-sainted, The west is, that each night-cowled hill Kneels down before in worship still. IV. There is no thing to wake unrest; No sight or sound to jangle The peace that evening in the breast Brings, smoothing out the tangle Of gnarls and knots of care and strife That snarl the colored cord of life.