TWILIGHT.
The sky is silver pale with just one star,One lonely wanderer from the shining hostOf Night's companions. Through the drowsy woodsThe shadows creep and touch with quietnessThe curling fern-heads and the ancient trees.The sea is all a-glimmer with faint lightsThat change and move as if the unseen prowOf Niamh's galley cleft its waveless floor,And Niamh stood there with the magic tokenThe apple branch with silver singing leaves.The wind has stolen away as though it fearedTo stir the fringes of her faery mantleDream-woven in the Land of Heart's Desire,And all the world is hushed as though she calledOssian again, and no one answered her.
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