Blazing in gold

Blazing in gold and quenching in Purple,

Leaping like Leopards to the Sky

Then at the feet of the old Horizon

Laying her spotted Face to die;

Stooping as low as the Otter's Window,

Touching the Roof and tinting the Barn,

Kissing her Bonnet to the Meadow, --

And the Juggler of Day is gone.