Gone and passed is the gold of day,
And the evening's brown and blue:
Silenced the shepherd's tender flute
And the evening's brown and blue
Gone and passed as is the gold of day.
by Arthur ChapmanHe stands upon the city street, keen-eyed, and brown of face,
He seems to bring a breath of air from some broad prairie space;
He's perched upon a pair of heels that fit the stirrup's ...