Confronted by the light of day!
A symphony of gold and azure-gray,
Hillsides darken with solemn breath
As dusk’s glow dies a fresher death
November ides, how calm and clear!
Airs of paradise are ever nearer …
Cloudburst’s tongue flit o’er horizons
Shimmering smoke red among the mist
Tonight the song of man forever wisens
And in tears of sky my cheeks be kiss’d