| Show A TWILIGHT SONG the thrush has ida last clear note to herald twilights hour anil fragrant breezes gently float around your bilant bower now drops th dusky of night and clasping it above one jeweled star shines clear arid bright yet cold and cheerless seems its aar sweethearts ahila ion are far away the fountain like a fairy lute in tinkling litile and through the wood with fitful hoot ilia mate tho owlet calls the crescent moon behind the hill creeed up with silvery light yet round our bower I 1 linger still i hila evening gaws to night and A nd count each weary hoar a day sweetheart whala you are far away james walter brown in chambers journal |
