The Twilight
In twilight’s gentle, golden haze, As daylight wanes in dusky gaze, The sounds of life begin to hush, While night-tide leaves us in the rush.
The shadows weave their magic cloak, As crickets sing and willows stroke; A blanket spun of peace profound, We linger long, where dreams abound.
The fading sun, a ball of fire, Sinks slow behind the earth’s desire; While stars ignite, in dim array, They usher in the close of day.
O cherished time, the dusk’s caress, Within your depths my heart finds rest; In every twilight’s silent chime— An echo of eternity sublime.
- George William Curtis