Twilight
"Mother of the dews, dark eyelashed Twilight!
Low-lidded Twilight o'er the valley's brim."
Meredith.
Low-lidded Twilight o'er the valley's brim."
Meredith.
Spirit of Twilight, through your folded wings
I catch a glimpse of your averted face,
And rapturous on a sudden, my soul sings
"Is not this common earth a holy place?"
I catch a glimpse of your averted face,
And rapturous on a sudden, my soul sings
"Is not this common earth a holy place?"
Spirit of Twilight, you are like a song
That sleeps and waits a singer, like a hymn
That God finds lovely and keeps near him long
Till it is choired by aureoled cherubim.
That sleeps and waits a singer, like a hymn
That God finds lovely and keeps near him long
Till it is choired by aureoled cherubim.
Spirit of Twilight, in the golden gloom
Of dreamland dim, I sought for you and found
Of dreamland dim, I sought for you and found
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