Picture of Twilight
Oh,
Twilight
Spirit that dost render
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,
Oh,
Twilight
Spirit that dost render
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,
I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine
To lead the cattle forth
A thousand bells Go chiming after her across the fair And flowery uplands, while the rosy flare Of sunset on the snowy mountain dwells,<...
In the spring twilight the full moon is shining:
Girls take their places as though around an altar
There is darkness behind the light — and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loom Like the carven prows of proud, far-triumphing ships — And the firelight wavers and changes about the room,
As the three logs...
Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks cry and call
Down in the valley the lamps, and the mist, and a star over all, There by the rick, where they thresh, is the drone at an end, Twilight it is, and I travel the road with my...
In the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange,
Exquisitely sweet,— She leaned upon her balcony and looked across the street;
And across the huddled roofs of the misty city,
Across the hills of tenements, so gray,
The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow The trees of the avenue
The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;