The Country of Purple Dusk

It is a country that I see 
Only in melody,
Only in poems that gleam,
Only on the cusp of dream.

It is a country of purple dusk-
Not the empty husk
That haunts this world old,
But something fresh and fair as gold.

It is a country where the unicorn
And phoenix are reborn,
The country of deep and radiant splendor,
The country of sunbeams slanting slender.

It is a country where the sky
Has the sun going by,
Slowly, and glancing, lingering long,
His sunbeams on the grass a song.

It is a country where the stars
Come gleaming bright afar,
Looking down into the greeny wild
With a gaze remote and mild.

It is a country that I long for,
That in the long before
Perhaps I knew as a fairy-daughter.
Perhaps I tasted the purple water.

It is the country where twilight reigns,
And down the winding lanes
Peace comes creeping like a fall of dust;
Such is the country of purple dusk.