Poems (Edwards)/Twilight Musings
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TWILIGHT MUSINGS.
The twilight is deepening around me,
All nature is silent and still,
No sound on the zephyr comes near me,
Save the song of the lone Whippoorwill.
All nature is silent and still,
No sound on the zephyr comes near me,
Save the song of the lone Whippoorwill.
The moon, in her beauty is rising
High o'er the~shadowy pines,
And her pale rays are gracefully falling
Through the leaves of the clustering vines.
High o'er the~shadowy pines,
And her pale rays are gracefully falling
Through the leaves of the clustering vines.
Earth has not a vision so lovely,
As twilight in beautiful June,
All mantled in purple and crimson—
Far sweeter than morning or noon.
As twilight in beautiful June,
All mantled in purple and crimson—
Far sweeter than morning or noon.
How soothing, to wander at twilight,
And dream of sweet memories past,
And look to the fanciful future,
Before us so mazily cast.
And dream of sweet memories past,
And look to the fanciful future,
Before us so mazily cast.
Our loved ones are absent no longer,
The dead seem to rise from their sleep;
But reality scatters the vision,
And we waken to truth, but to weep.
The dead seem to rise from their sleep;
But reality scatters the vision,
And we waken to truth, but to weep.