The sunset spreads out with a golden array, And the day bows its head, like a serene ballet. Flowers hold up their faces, bathed in tinted light, While the breezes sweep softly with a whisper of night.

The earth wears her jewels, and the stars are her crown, As she twirls through the silence, with her beauties unbound, O come, ye bright spirits, to this sweet twilight scene, For the world’s at its best when the day’s in between.

• C J Dennis