At Sunset, by Madison Cawein

  Into the sunset's turquoise marge
  The moon dips, like a pearly barge
  Enchantment sails through magic seas
  To faeryland Hesperides,
    Over the hills and away.

  Into the fields, in ghost-gray gown,
  The young-eyed Dusk comes slowly down;
  Her apron filled with stars she stands,
  And one or two slip from her hands
    Over the hills and away.

  Above the wood's black caldron bends
  The witch-faced Night and, muttering, blends
  The dew and heat, whose bubbles make
  The mist and musk that haunt the brake
    Over the hills and away.

  Oh, come with me, and let us go
  Beyond the sunset lying low;
  Beyond the twilight and the night,
  Into Love's kingdom of long light,
    Over the hills and away.