A Reed by the River/Dusk
DUSK
Beyond the burning rhapsody of noon,The wind's elusive harp-note in the trees,Between the sunset and the primrose noon,There is a rapture all unknown of these,—The harmony of twilight, Nature's note,Prolonged, pellucid, subtler far than song,Bearing the lifted soul till it doth floatUpon the heart of night and find it strong;Against this bar the tides of tumult failAnd waves slip back into a silent deep;The world, beneath a white and windless sail,Drifts outward to the vaster sea of sleep,And thought, starlike, doth rise above Time's shoalTo find thee still—thou starlight of my soul!