@3NEITHER daylight, starlight, moonlight But a sad-sweet term of some light By the saintly name of Twilight.@1 The Grandma Twilight Stories! -- Still, A childish listener, I hear The katydid and whippoorwill, In deepening atmosphere Of velvet dusk, blent with the low Soft music of the voice that sings And tells me tales of long ago And old enchanted things. . . . @3While far fails the last dim daylight, And the fireflies in the Twilight Drift about like flakes of starlight.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE ROSARY by CHARLOTTE A. BRADSHAW |