The day is done;
A sweet fragrance
Of dew-wet flowers
Wafting in the air
A tender, restful silence
At soft, twilight hour
Seemingly creeping in
And slowly looking set
And the day seems
Folding its wings to rest
I could see her silent step
Moving briskly on Earth’s green carpet
She walks where shades are deep
And hearing her musical steps as best
Trees, birds, blossoms charmed to rest
Oh! Welcome you are, my dear
The twilight hour, so doubly blest
That brings souls love and peace
After day’s toil and weariness
Now the light growing less and less
And she comes down to Earth
Like Nature’s pure grace
To be seen as youthful Night
Pulling down her veil apace………..
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