One Evening Near Nice

PALE depth of sky, serene and wonderful, Within whose fold the lamps of early stars Shine far away and faintly luminous; Whose pensive tones merge from the afterglow Into this colour indescribable; This blending of the sea and earth and clouds, Soft and yet poignant, passionate yet calm. I know not what the spirit in me feels, When it beholds thee through my human eyes: Nor what strange craving for forgotten things Has stirred my soul to this disquietude!