I love the night

I love the night that in long violet shroud

Slowly and lovingly wraps up the day,

Hiding its blurred imperfections

In endless tenderness.

I love the day's

High violet cone of light,

With thin haze on the horizon

Like a wavering summer sea.

But most of all I love midsummer dawn,

When far'off planes of light ascend and tremble together

Like distant purple waves, the sound of whose dim breaking

Is lost in the wild babel of awaking birds.