Sunset

Yon sunset expounds a gospel far more plainly
Than ever parson from his pulpit spake:
Its pastel hues and fiery ball unfeigndly
Engrave the pattern of man's ancient faith.

Nor does the hush that comes with Day's declining,
Even by a little taunt the stammering heart:
Infinite depths, with finite nuance combining,
Intone Earth's muted one-ness 'ere we depart.

Away, out of the Sun's embrace we are gliding, 
To dare the dark, and fellowship with each star:
Thou, pulsed, hush, that drinks hte heart's confiding,
No mortal's fault may thy transcendence mar.