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First Line: Now with the dusk the world comes home to me
Last Line: When with the dusk the world comes home to me.
Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight


Now with the dusk the world comes home to me.
Through the long day it has been a stranger,
As a child who in the morning goes to tasks its mother may not understand.

The work of a tree is mysterious and the business of the grass I can not fathom;

The wind passes swiftly, intent on a distant mission,
And the birds sing unintelligible songs.

As the sun sinks, long shadows of the trees fall on me
As the arms of weary children seeking rest.
The leaves are whispering that which in the day may not be spoken,
And the wind, muted to murmurs, tells me all that I would ask.

I think there is no secret undisclosed nor mystery unrevealed
When with the dusk the world comes home to me.





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