LINES WRITTEN AT TWILIGHT.
Gently blow, gently blow,
Wand'ring airs of silent night;
Seek the flowers where they grow
Hidden from our yearning sight.
Wand'ring airs of silent night;
Seek the flowers where they grow
Hidden from our yearning sight.
Viewless flower, in this hour
Sweetly may thy fragrance fall,
As the mem'ry of the loved
Whom we never can recall.
Sweetly may thy fragrance fall,
As the mem'ry of the loved
Whom we never can recall.