Until it burneth like a maiden's cheek,
Or deeper like the crimson of the rose.
Or deeper like the crimson of the rose.
But higher still the day's avenging fire
Streams o'er the ramparts of the flying night,
Flooding the world with swift effulgent light,
Waking a thousand songs from Nature's lyre;
And then the great sun rolls his golden car
Up from the east and drives the night afar.
Streams o'er the ramparts of the flying night,
Flooding the world with swift effulgent light,
Waking a thousand songs from Nature's lyre;
And then the great sun rolls his golden car
Up from the east and drives the night afar.
TWILIGHT
After the sun goes down into the west
And day's last glowing embers slowly die,
And fades the glory of the sunset sky,
There comes an hour of all the day the best,
The twilight hour, when cares are laid to rest;
Then o'er the fields deep cooling shadows lie;
No restless zephyr stirs the sleeping rye,
And all the little birds have sought their nest.
And day's last glowing embers slowly die,
And fades the glory of the sunset sky,
There comes an hour of all the day the best,
The twilight hour, when cares are laid to rest;
Then o'er the fields deep cooling shadows lie;
No restless zephyr stirs the sleeping rye,
And all the little birds have sought their nest.
Softly the night comes creeping o'er the land,
Folding the earth in cool refreshing shade,
Moistening each thirsty flower and leaf and blade,
With gentle dew, distilled by heaven's hand;
So swift it comes, that, e'er they drink their fill,
The calm night reigns on field, and wood and hill.
Folding the earth in cool refreshing shade,
Moistening each thirsty flower and leaf and blade,
With gentle dew, distilled by heaven's hand;
So swift it comes, that, e'er they drink their fill,
The calm night reigns on field, and wood and hill.
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