Twilight

“The sunbeams droppedAs if the very Day paused and grew Eve.”

“Parting dayThe last still loveliest, till 'tis gone and all is gray.”

“'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went downOf one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.”

“Beauteous Night lay deadsickened and shrank.”

“Let us go then, you and I, Like a patient etherized upon a table;”

“Alone, what did Bloom feel?the incipient intimations of proximate dawn.”

“Twilight remained, a fairy half-light in which all things looked much more charming than they really were.”

“But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.”

“The hour before the heavenly-harness'd teamBegins his golden progress in the east.”

“Look, the gentle dayDapples the drowsy east with spots of grey.”

“The weary sun hath made a golden set,Gives signal of a goodly day to-morrow.”

“Twilight, ascending slowly from the east,Night followed, clad with stars.”

“Now the soft hourThe harmony to others.”

“Fair Venus shinesOf softened radiance from her dewy locks.”

“The summer day is closed, the sun is setIn the red west.”

“How lovely are the portals of the night,When stars come out to watch the daylight die.”

“In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain,Youthful delight, oh, how oft lur'st thou me out in the night.”

“Sweet shadows of twilight' how calm their repose,When the vesper is heard with its whisper of peace!”

“The lengthening shadows waitThe first pale stars of twilight.”

“The gloaming comes, the day is spent,With purple sanguine bright.”

“The sun is set, and in his latest beamsThe falling mantle of the Prophet seems.”

“The twilight is sad and cloudy,Hash the white caps of the sea.”

“The west is broken into barsAnd night infolds the day.”

“From that high mount of God whence light and shadeTo grateful twilight.”

“Our lady of the twilight,Her cloak of shanty.”

“* * * th' approach of nightAnd the low sun had lengthen'd evry shade.”

“Night was drawing and closing her curtain up above the world, and down beneath it.”

“Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green,And games and carols closed the busy day.”

“Twilight, a timid fawn, went glimmering by.And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.”

“Her feet along the dewy hillsUpon her violet crown.”

“Then the nun-like twilight came, violet-vestured and still,And the night's first star outshone afar on the eve of Bunker Hill.”

“Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,The breeze is on the sea.”

“Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,Like twilight's too her dusky hair.”