3 Songs of the Desert

Deep rose of sunset on the desert sands,
And all the world of space glows radiant.
The flame has touched the mountains, far away;
Their sternness yields,
Their sadness vanishes;
They are grest amethysts against the dark'ning sky;
And still the living rose flamesclear.

Out of the heart of flame a little wind,
The Wind of Dusk, blows down upon the sands;
In golden whirls of light it troubles them
Until the air is rosy as the sky.
Only the dying sun,
The glowing sands,
Infinite space_and God!

Endless reaches of grey sand,
    Waves of the sea
Save that these waves are motionless.
    Far off, the solemn mountains
Towering to the sky.
    A flood of light upon the Lonely piaces.
Silver light, and chill.
    Silence, and a cold wind
From out the andiess Spaces
    The dull grey sanas of deserted pinces.
A lone coyote wailing to the silver moon!

Great spaces on the breath of desert winds
Silence and peace beyond our thought
Gold clouds in an infinite stretch of blue
Gold on the sands in the air and Dawn is Here!

A faint glimmer of Light in the East
Thenk suddenly up from the sand it self
Golden end wonderful the Monarch of this world the Sun