Recollections.
THE twilight now is blushing o'er the earth—
The west is glowing like a garden, rich
With Summer's many-tinted blooms; the flowers
Of earth hold up their fairy cups to catch
The softly falling dew-drops; the bright stars
Are set like glorious diamonds on the dark
Blue drapery of the halls of heaven; the pale
Sweet moon, like some young angel of the air,
Floats from the east upon her silver wing;
Eve's golden clouds hang low—and thin, white mists
Rise silently and beautifully up
Through the calm atmosphere. Serenity
And loveliness and beauty are abroad
O'er the whole world of nature.
The west is glowing like a garden, rich
With Summer's many-tinted blooms; the flowers
Of earth hold up their fairy cups to catch
The softly falling dew-drops; the bright stars
Are set like glorious diamonds on the dark
Blue drapery of the halls of heaven; the pale
Sweet moon, like some young angel of the air,
Floats from the east upon her silver wing;
Eve's golden clouds hang low—and thin, white mists
Rise silently and beautifully up
Through the calm atmosphere. Serenity
And loveliness and beauty are abroad
O'er the whole world of nature.
