IN THE TWILIGHT. 



We wandered slowly 



In the twilight gray; 

 The West was golden 



With the parting day ; 

 Within' the azure 



Little stars looked out 

 And winked upon us 



With a laughing doubt. 

 Not hand in hand, 



But close withal together, 

 We strolled^along 



Amidst the fern and heather, 

 Npw and then 



A little bird would peep 

 To see my darling, 



Ere he fell asleep. 

 For she was lovely, 



And the passing breeze 

 Sang praises of her 



To the listening trees, 

 All the flowers 



In the leafy dells 

 Played chimes of welcome. 



From their tinkling bells. 



W. Whitman Bailey, 



