And this is twilight!--what a glorious hour
To view tired nature stealing to her rest;
To view the star-lights gathering, like the dower
Brought by the moon, to deck night's sable breast;
Like a dim spirit o'er the shadowy hill,
Her silver crescent glimmers through the sky,
The sun is set, and now the world is still,
While zephyr wanders like a lover's sigh!
An hour so calm might tempt the angel throng
To leave their starry halls, and wander now
Yon rolling wilderness of clouds among,
Or play across the cold moon's watery brow,
And see the world, as calm as when it roll'd
From the Almighty's hand, ere time had made it old!