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TWILIGHT IN THE NORTH.
TWILIGHT IN THE NORTH.
"Until the day break and the shadows flee away."
THE long northern twilight between the clay and the night, When the heat and the weariness of the world are ended quite:
When the hills grow dim as dreams, and the crystal river seems
Like that River of Life from out the Throne where the blessèd walk in white.
O the weird northern twilight, which is neither night nor day,
When the amber wake of the long-set sun still marks his western way:
And but one great golden star in the deep blue east afar
Warns of sleep, and dark, and midnight—of oblivion and decay.
When the amber wake of the long-set sun still marks his western way:
And but one great golden star in the deep blue east afar
Warns of sleep, and dark, and midnight—of oblivion and decay.
O the calm northern twilight, when labor is all clone,
And the birds in drowsy twitter have dropped silent one by one:
And the birds in drowsy twitter have dropped silent one by one:
