TWILIGHT.
Out of the pearly gates and golden portals of sunset,
Crushing the amber light in the shade of her night-black tresses,
Weaving with subtle hands the mystical web of darkness,
Comes through the quiet air the shadowy form of Twilight.
Wondrously fair is she as the star that gleams on her bosom,
Holding the spangled robe that airily floats around her;
Wondrously fair is she, with eyes that are pure as heaven,—
Eyes from whose quiet light the blessing of peace descending
Falls on the cares of the day, hushing them all to silence.
Crushing the amber light in the shade of her night-black tresses,
Weaving with subtle hands the mystical web of darkness,
Comes through the quiet air the shadowy form of Twilight.
Wondrously fair is she as the star that gleams on her bosom,
Holding the spangled robe that airily floats around her;
Wondrously fair is she, with eyes that are pure as heaven,—
Eyes from whose quiet light the blessing of peace descending
Falls on the cares of the day, hushing them all to silence.
Out of the pearly gates she leads to their old- time places
