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Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/Twilight

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4657267Pebbles and Shells — TwilightClarence Hawkes

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.

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.