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A WINTER TWILIGHT, by            
First Line: The year has reached december days
Last Line: And so he dreams himself to rest.
Subject(s): Animals; December; Dogs; Friendship; Man-woman Relationships; Winter; Male-female Relations


THE year has reached December days,
The fire is creeping into flame;
Gently I call my comrade's name,
And silent both we sit at gaze.

His head is prest against my knee,
My hand upon his brow is set,—
The flames spring upward, and we let
Our fancies play with all they see.

I see the face of one who died
Ere the low whisper she had heard
That sought the moment and the word
To woo the maiden for my bride.

He sees a strange, enchanted land
That wanes and waxes with the flame;
He does not sense himself the same,
And dimly deems I understand.

My listless form yields slowly down;
He also droops with half-closed eyes,
Yet with a mute regard that tries
To feel his master's smile or frown.

On her dear face a pensive smile,—
The fire sinks low, and I repose;
The mystery of Wyrd who knows?
Are these real hours we beguile?

I cannot answer, yet am blest;
And from the hearth he turns his eyes
Till they meet mine in trustful wise,
And so he dreams himself to rest.





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