TWILIGHT
The breath of lingering day
Has softly passed away.
Dark night has brought her shroud,
All still, without a crowd.
A thousand tapers light
In silent vigils bright.
The stars are angels' prayers
For all the day's sad cares.
The priest in flowing gown
His incense casts around;
The moon, all silver sheen,
Tells how the day was queen.
Has softly passed away.
Dark night has brought her shroud,
All still, without a crowd.
A thousand tapers light
In silent vigils bright.
The stars are angels' prayers
For all the day's sad cares.
The priest in flowing gown
His incense casts around;
The moon, all silver sheen,
Tells how the day was queen.
Our day will slowly slip,
And we shall lose our grip.
Our night will close around
Before we hear a sound.
The silent, passive air
Is on us unaware.
And we shall lose our grip.
Our night will close around
Before we hear a sound.
The silent, passive air
Is on us unaware.
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