Golden yellow evening
On to darkish deep
Every dream bringing
For a thought to keep
Fantasies of shading
Every harmony of sea
From day's gone fading
Always in weaving free
Billows soft and new
From the endless ways
Coming clearly thru
Summer morning days
Yesterdays of the gold
Of its blaze of yellow
Dream enchanting hold
In their weaving mellow
Nothing is similar to this
That can give of it all
Findings of its on bliss
When the evenings call
Dreams of dream break
Filling moment’s sundown
When dark hours awake
In their benevolent gown
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