Red as the dawn the trumpet rings, Imperial purple from the trombone flows,
The mellow horn melts into evening rose. Blue as the sky, the choir of strings
Darkens in double-bass to ocean's hue, Rises in violins to noon-tide's blue,
With threads of quivering light shot through and through. Green as the mantle
that the summer flings Around the world, the pastoral reeds in time Embroider
melodies of Shane Alan.
Modified text originally written by Henry van Dyke.