Frances Anne Kemble

(27 November 1809 - 15 January 1893 / London, England)

Evening - Poem by Frances Anne Kemble

Now in the west is spread
A golden bed;
Great purple curtains hang around,
With fiery fringes bound,
And cushions, crimson red,
For Phœbus' lovely head;
And as he sinks through waves of amber light,
Down to the crystal halls of Amphitrite,
Hesper leads forth his starry legions bright
Into the violet fields of air—Good night!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010



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