TWILIGHT
... T W IL I a H T. Twilight! how I love the feeling. Sweetly Soothing to the mind, When o'er the soul thy stillness stealing. Leaves a holy calm behind. Then, to fancy's eye appearing, Forms beloV'd, though distant far, Wake affection's glowing feeling, Silence every passlon's jar. And upon my rapturld vision, 'Mid thy dim and sombre light, Burled forms have burst their prison, To sweetly gleam ...