Toward the close of day
Toward the close of day
an incomparable sunset
shooting in molten sapphire and gold
shaft after shaft
through the ranks
of the long-leaved corn
Another day—
the rich dark green
of the tulip-trees
and the oaks
the gray of the swamp-willows
the dull hues of the sycamores
and black-walnuts
the emerald of the cedars
after rain— and the light yellow
of the beeches
Walt Whitman
(adapted by John Lyons)