Poems (White)/Twilight
For works with similar titles, see Twilight.
TWILIGHT
The breath of lingering day Has softly passed away. Dark night has brought her shroud, All still, without a crowd. A thousand tapers light In silent vigils bright. The stars are angels' prayers For all the day's sad cares. The priest in flowing gown His incense casts around; The moon, all silver sheen, Tells how the day was queen.
Our day will slowly slip, And we shall lose our grip. Our night will close around Before we hear a sound. The silent, passive air Is on us unaware.