Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/Twilight

by Lydia Sigourney

For works with similar titles, see Twilight.

TWILIGHT.

I SAW, ere the landscape had faded in night,
    The slow-moving twilight with gesture sublime,
As I pensively watch'd the decline of the light,
    And listened, absorbed to the foot-fall of time.

And I said to my heart, as it rose in my breast,
    "What wakes thee to sorrow, what moves thee to mourn?"

And my heart answered quick, with emotion opprest,
    "I grieve for the hours, that must never return."

In the pale hand of twilight, a tablet appear'd,
    Though veil'd in her mantle, and muffled with shade;
That this had recorded my errors I fear'd,
    And I knew that its traces were never to fade.

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