Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TWILIGHT, by MARGARET MILLER DAVIDSON


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TWILIGHT, by                    
First Line: Twilight! Sweet hour of peace
Last Line: And borne aloft, the gates of heaven unclose.
Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight


TWILIGHT! sweet hour of peace,
Now art thou stealing on;
Cease from thy tumult, thought! and fancy, cease!
Day and its cares have gone!
Mysterious hour,
Thy magic power
Steals o'er my heart like music's softest tone.

The golden sunset hues
Are fading in the west;
The gorgeous clouds their brighter radiance lose,
Folded on evening's breast.
So doth each wayward thought,
From fancy's altar caught,
Fade like thy tints, and muse itself to rest.

Cold must that bosom be
Which never felt thy power,
Which never thrill'd with tender melody
At this bewitching hour;
When nature's gentle art
Enchains the pensive heart;
When the breeze sinks to rest, and shuts the fragrant flower.

Wearied with care, how sweet to hail
Thy shadowy, calm repose,
When all is silent but the whispering gale
Which greets the sleeping rose;
When, as thy shadows blend,
The trembling thoughts ascend,
And borne aloft, the gates of heaven unclose.





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