Sunset in the desert

Deep rose of sunset on the desert sands,

And all the world of space glows radiant.

The flame has touched the mountains, far away;

Their sternness yields,

Their sadness vanishes;

They are grest amethysts against the dark'ning sky;

And still the living rose flamesclear.

Out of the heart of flame a little wind,

The Wind of Dusk, blows down upon the sands;

In golden whirls of light it troubles them

Until the air is rosy as the sky.

Only the dying sun,

The glowing sands,

Infinite space_and God!