Ainsworth’s Magazine/Volume 2/Sunset at Capri
SUNSET AT CAPRI.
BY THE HON. JULIA AUGUSTA MAYNARD.
The daylight wanes, and sunset's crimson flush
Sheds over Capri's isle its parting blush,
In hues such as might deck a seraph's wing,
When through the heavens the hallelujahs ring.
Innumerous barks adorn the sparkling tide;
And gentle breezes, from the southern side,
Breathe o'er the broad expanse, and fill each sail
That onward flies before the fresh'ning gale.
The fading orb still spreads its beams around
O'er valley, plain, and steeply-rising ground;
And sapphire's light, mix'd with the ruby's dye,
Glows momently along the western sky.
Myriads of stars are starting into view,
And o'er the verdure falls the evening dew;
Day lingers on the hills, as loth to part,
Like a last hope quitting a blighted heart.
Sheds over Capri's isle its parting blush,
In hues such as might deck a seraph's wing,
When through the heavens the hallelujahs ring.
Innumerous barks adorn the sparkling tide;
And gentle breezes, from the southern side,
Breathe o'er the broad expanse, and fill each sail
That onward flies before the fresh'ning gale.
The fading orb still spreads its beams around
O'er valley, plain, and steeply-rising ground;
And sapphire's light, mix'd with the ruby's dye,
Glows momently along the western sky.
Myriads of stars are starting into view,
And o'er the verdure falls the evening dew;
Day lingers on the hills, as loth to part,
Like a last hope quitting a blighted heart.