Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.

Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.

The west is broken into bars Of orange, gold, and gray; Gone is the sun, come are the stars, And night infolds the day.

She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep As is the difference betwixt day and night The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team Begins his golden progress in the east.

Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.

'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.