Gray veils of dusk bestrewed with purple threads Hold earth, a-fevered, in their soothing power. Soft coronals of twilight round our heads, Silent we sit and dream this holy hour. Night-winds are stirring thru the stately pines, Shrouded in shadows 'gainst the star-lit sky; Night-birds are singing in the fragrant vines, Soft to their mates an eery lover's cry. 'Tis then I see thee most, and seeing love thee, Knowing the dusk but beauty's trailing gown; 'Tis then I feel and know the stars above thee, Jewels to garnish my love's golden crown. Why should I long for garish light of day, When twilight visions crowd my happy way? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON HIS RETIREMENT by PHILIP AYRES BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR MORE WALKS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON TRANSFERABLE MERIT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |