At SunsetBy Emily Pauline Johnson – 1861 – 1913 I. To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes;    Its chalice overflows    With pools of purple colouring the skies,    Aflood with gold and rose;    And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine,    As sinks the sun within that world of wine. II.     I seem to hear a bar of music float    And … Continue reading "Poetry Reads – 3"