Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWILIGHT DREAMS, by ANONYMOUS First Line: They come in the quiet twilight hour Last Line: For the toil of coming day Subject(s): Dreams;evening; Nightmares;sunset;twilight | ||||||||
THEY come in the quiet twilight hour, When the weary day is done, And the quick light leaps from the glowing heaps Of wood on the warm hearthstone. When the household sounds have died away, And the rooms are silent all, Save the clock's brief tick, and the sudden click Of the embers as they fall; They come, those dreams of the twilight hour, To me with their noiseless tread, A tearful band by the guiding hand Of a grave-eyed spirit led. There is no voice within the hall, No footstep on the floor; The children's laughter is hushed, there is No hand at the parlor door. Like fingers tapping eagerly Against the shuttered frame, Where the trailing rose its long branch throws, Beat the great drops of rain. But my heart heeds not the rustling leaves, Nor the rain-fall's fitful beat, Nor the wind's low sigh as it hurries by On its pauseless path and fleet; For now in the dusk they gather round, The visions of the past, Arising slow in the dim red glow By the burning pine-brands cast. My brow is calm as with the touch Of an angel's passing wing; They breathe no word, yet my soul is stirred By the messages they bring. Some in their grasp impalpable Bear Eden's cultured flowers, That sprang in gloom from the tear-bathed tomb Of hope's long-buried hours. Some from the font of memory, Lasting, and pure, and deep, Bring waters clear, though many a year Has saddened their first fresh sweep; And some in their hands of shadow bear, From the shrine of prayerful thought, A fragrance blest to the stricken breast, With balm and healing fraught. The night wears on, the hearth burns low, The dreams have passed away; But the heart and brow are strenghtened now For the toil of coming day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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