Sunset On The River

I.     A Sea of onyx are the skies,     Cloud-islanded with fire;     Such nacre-colored flame as dyes     A sea-shell's rosy spire;     And at its edge one star sinks slow,     Burning, into the overglow. II.     Save for the cricket in the grass,     Or passing bird that twitters,     The world is hushed. Like liquid glass     The soundless river glitters     Between the hills that hug and hold     Its beauty like a hoop of gold. III.     The glory deepens; and, meseems,     A vasty canvas, painted     With revelations of God's dreams     And visions symbol-sainted,     The west is, that each night-cowled hill     Kneels down before in worship still. IV.     There is no thing to wake unrest;     No sight or sound to jangle     The peace that evening in the breast     Brings, smoothing out the tangle     Of gnarls and knots of care and strife     That snarl the colored cord of life.