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HIGHLAND EVENING SONG, by                    
First Line: Twilight blushing o'er the hillside
Last Line: Shall remember us no more.
Alternate Author Name(s): Chittenden, Larry
Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight


Twilight blushing o'er the hillside
Breathes rare kisses to the sea,
Whilst fond memory softly murmurs
Dreams of other days to me.
Mark the seabird homeward flying
To its nestling, cooing mate,
While the laughing zephyrs whisper;
"Love, good night -- 'tis growing late."

Ah, these shadows silent gathering
Round this wave-kissed Highland shore
Bring to mind old shadowy faces,
Faces we shall see no more.
Where are they, the buds and blossoms
Of life's radiant, rosy dawn?
Withered -- ay, like rarest roses --
And the billows murmur, "Gone."

Yes, and we shall soon drift seaward
On oblivion's unknown stream,
For the sum of all existence
Is the essence of a dream.
Long these lonely waves shall echo
Round this haunted Highland shore,
But these scenes and lands that know us,
Shall remember us no more.





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