Au Revoir by Edith Beckett

Red, red wine is the western sky,  
   Dripped from the chaliced moon;
Thistly meadows on hilltops lie,
   Fallen in silver swoon.
Ever the scarlet sun dips down,
   Foot by foot from the misted town.

Dewtime comes with its spangled gems  
   Showered in gleaming crowds;
Night prepares all her diadems,
   Culled 'neath the twilight clouds.
Ever the sun dips down, dips down --
   "Good-night, friend," says the misted town.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 27 October 1934