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Show Twilight. When twilight falls slid all the land la still. The iiurple aliadown Meal across thu hill. And one lone Mnr nb6ve a pint? tree's crest Grows ever brighter, while from out Its neat There breaks the low cry of the whip-jwor-wlIl. And softly strata the ladencil Ininh, until E'en winds list o'er the Melds of daffodil, They all day wafted 'tis no sweet to rest When twilight falls. Let not one drop of this rare nectnr spill, Hut with the berjl wine your sublet All. Drink with me, Loe, the golden o(the west,- For all Is -made for love 'and 'Jove is best And oh, the wonder of the moment's thrill When twilight falls. Thomas S. Jones. Jr. |