as a violet,s gentle eye

gazes on the azure sky

until its hue grows like what it beholds

as a gray and empty mist

lies like solid amethyst

over the western mountain it enfolds

when the sunset sleeps opon its snow

as a strain of sweetest sound

wraps itself the wind around

until the voiceless wind be music too

as aught dark vain and dull

basking in what is beautiful

is full of light and love