Twilight falls without a sound
Dark, yet light
Day, yet night
Gathering shadows from their abode in the deep
A moment when the world lies awake yet asleep
A time when things hidden for that hour become known
When fairies come forth for a dance on the lawn
Oh, Dusk! Oh Evening!
If we could but keep it
That single hour for the space of a day
What dreams would come true?
And if moments could speak what words would they say?
But such thoughts are too deep
For the language of Twighlight is silence
And the spell of Evening is Sleep