A dull, pink evening sky,
A white ridge shadow-streaked below,
The tall, dark trees near by,--
In the deep snow.
Two horses, one is white,
As white as is the new-fall’n snow,
The other black as darkest night,--
Along the highway go.
One, emblem of the parting day,
The other, of approaching night,
And o’er the hill the rosy ray
Of this one hour’s delight.