Twilight

No sun to warm

The darkening cloud of mist,

But everywhere

The steamy earth sends up

A veil of gray and damp

To kiss the green and tender leaves

And leave its cool imprint

In limpid pearls of dew

The blackened trunks and boughs

In ghostly silhouette

Mark grimly in the coming eve

The shadows of the past. All sounds are stilled,

The birds have hushed themselves to rest

And night comes fast, to drop her pall

Till morn brings life to all.