Twilight
Tis twilight, with the rose upon her cheek,
In veil and clear adornments of a bride;
Her happy eyes the happy tidings speak,
She throws the portals open wide,
And lo! the sun!
In veil and clear adornments of a bride;
Her happy eyes the happy tidings speak,
She throws the portals open wide,
And lo! the sun!
When dark-winged grief o'ershadows me with night
Shall not my soul with hope the day await?
For that which brought the darkness brings the light,
And opens the eternal gate
Toward which I run.
Shall not my soul with hope the day await?
For that which brought the darkness brings the light,
And opens the eternal gate
Toward which I run.
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