Slowly the twilight lowered its curtain over earth,
cloud-margins bordered, patched and yoked with threads of gold and silver.
Mirrored in the bowers of sunset, tiny lake-images of ruby and pools of emerald faded,
and a gloomy morose melancholy settled on the earth.
Dejection settled over your eyes.
Inside you what sun sets, O young woman, and why does the evening distress you, that this cloudy gloom would coat your eyes?…