Evening

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!