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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TWILIGHT HOUR, by MARIA JAMES First Line: The hues of parting day Last Line: Are lost in one eternal day. | |||
THE hues of parting day Are fading in the west, And now the twilight gray Invites the swain to rest; A welcome pause, a moment given To lift the thoughts from earth to heaven. Now memory wakes the grief, The joys long, long gone by; Nor heeds the rustling leaf The breeze's gentle sigh: Dreams of the past, that come with power To haunt us at the twilight hour. Rise, grov'ler! stay no more, But stretch thy feeble wings, And strive by faith to soar Above terrestrial things; Where morn, and noon, and twilight gray, Are lost in one eternal day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT IS POETRY? by MARIA JAMES ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |
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