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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY GUEST, by FRANCES MOYES
First Line: In the cool tender twilight hour
Last Line: That wrapped me like an aureole.
Subject(s): Guests; Visiting
First Line: In the cool tender twilight hour
Last Line: That wrapped me like an aureole.
Subject(s): Guests; Visiting
In the cool tender twilight hour
When Hesper, in the west, hung low,
She came, like perfume of a flower,
And radiance of the firelight glow.
Beneath the stars, in garden fair,
We drank the wine of rich delight
In fervent soul-communion rare;
Our spirits in ecstatic flight.
Too soon, too soon the parting came --
Alone! The feeling over me stole
She still was near -- a living flame
That wrapped me like an aureole.
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