Dusk, and the night shades falling; The shadows beginning to creep; The moon sailing high In a star-spangled sky Brings memories that drive away sleep. Dusk, and the night birds calling From the side of yonder hill Bring thoughts of the days When we trod bright highways Through the meadows and down by the mill. Dusk, and the wind in the treetops, Whispering soft and low . . . It lulls me to sleep But in dreams I still keep Those beautiful memories of you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON SHEEP AND LAMBS by KATHARINE TYNAN BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR PSALM 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE HAND IN THE DARK by ADA CAMBRIDGE |