Gray veils of dusk bestrewed with purple threads Hold earth, a-fevered, in their soothing power. Soft coronals of twilight round our heads, Silent we sit and dream this holy hour. Night-winds are stirring thru the stately pines, Shrouded in shadows 'gainst the star-lit sky; Night-birds are singing in the fragrant vines, Soft to their mates an eery lover's cry. 'Tis then I see thee most, and seeing love thee, Knowing the dusk but beauty's trailing gown; 'Tis then I feel and know the stars above thee, Jewels to garnish my love's golden crown. Why should I long for garish light of day, When twilight visions crowd my happy way? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN KIT CARSON'S RIDE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE BLACK ROSES by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 40. AL-MUKIT by EDWIN ARNOLD |