DUSK 



If we might have one hour to be 

 Each other's silent company, 

 We'd choose the gray tranquiUity 

 That broods in the half-light. 



When one small breeze on nimble feet. 

 Left frisking with the meadow-isweet. 

 Goes searching after winds more fleet 

 And vanishes from sight. 



When every careless bird that sings. 

 Feels purpose in its nomad wings. 

 And wheels from its adventurings 

 Resolved on homeward flight. 



When spider drops from dusky beam 

 To weave the pattern of her dream. 

 Half gossamer, half silver gleam 

 Against the velvet night. 



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