Nightfall – Herbert Asquith

Hooded in angry mist, the sun goes down:
Steel-gray the clouds roll out across the sea:
Is this a Kingdom? Then give Death the crown,
For here no emperor hath won, save He.

Poem – Nightfall in the City of Hyderabad – Sarojini Naidu

SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon’s throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. 
See the white river that flashes and scintillates, 

Curved like a tusk from the mouth of the city-gates. 
Hark, from the minaret, how the muezzin’s call 

Floats like a battle-flag over the city wall. 
From trellised balconies, languid and luminous 

Faces gleam, veiled in a splendour voluminous. 
Leisurely elephants wind through the winding lanes, 

Swinging their silver bells hung from their silver chains. 
Round the high Char Minar sounds of gay cavalcades 

Blend with the music of cymbals and serenades. 
Over the city bridge Night comes majestical, 

Borne like a queen to a sumptuous festival.