Palms in the sunset of a languid summer land!

Sculpture of living green, on dreamy scarlet light

Dividing as a wall the twilight from the night!

How magically still and luminous they stand,

Inclining fretted leaves above some red lagoon—

Careless alike, in mystic and immense repose,

Of the flamingo-coloured, flying sun that goes,

Or the slow coming of the lion-coloured moon.