With lavender and scarlet clouds,
A damsoned sky at evening shades
Down to the winter land.
There buses, like aquaria, pass,
Lighted, along the roads,
While ivy-twined encolumned trees
Darken on both sides.
The houses glow, each brick revealed,
Alone, uniquely there,
And people’s faces, unconcealed
A moment, shine clear.
The children from the playgrounds flock
Home, muddy and wind-blown;
A loud dog chases a last stick,
And the street-lights come on.
Far in the west the sunset floods
Out its final fire:
Nothing above but darkling clouds,
The moon, and one star.