SPRING TWILIGHT.To K. W.THE twilight droops across the day,I watch her portrait on the wallPalely recede into the greyThat palely comes and covers all.The sad Spring twilight, dull, forlorn,The menace of the dreary night:But in her face, more fair than morn,A sweet suspension of delight.
To K. W.
THE twilight droops across the day,I watch her portrait on the wallPalely recede into the greyThat palely comes and covers all.
The sad Spring twilight, dull, forlorn,The menace of the dreary night:But in her face, more fair than morn,A sweet suspension of delight.