The misty sunset is reflected
In glossy mirrors of the lake
And this whole evening is projected
Forward for our sole sake.
The lonely grains of stars are sown
In depths of a firmament above,
But stems of rays are late to grow,
Deliberate with coming up.
With tarrying glow the skies are lighted,
Your shadow stretches to distant hills…
Let’s walk, let’s talk, let’s be benighted
Let’s share our ways and wills
We have not talked as yet, all over
Of our enemies and friends…
But Night descends the lake, and hovers
Like a blackbird, circling overheads.