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At Nightfall

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Written by Lucy Maud Montgomery

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 The dark is coming o'er the world, my playmate,
And the fields where poplars stand are very still,
All our groves of green delight have been invaded,
There are voices quite unknown upon the hill; 

The wind has grown too weary for a comrade,
It is keening in the rushes spent and low,
Let us join our hands and hasten very softly
To the little, olden, friendly path we know.
The stars are laughing at us, O, my playmate, Very, very far away in lonely skies, The trees that were our friends are strangers to us, And the fern is full of whispers and of sighs.
The sounds we hear are not what we may share in, We may not linger where the white moths roam, We must hasten yet more swiftly, little playmate, To the house among the pines that is our home.
The dark is creeping closer yet, my playmate, And the woods seem crowding nearer as we go, Oh, how very, very bold have grown the shadows, They may touch us as they flutter to and fro! The silence is too dreadful for our laughter, The night is very full of strange alarms, But it cannot hurt us now, O, little playmate, One more step and we are safe in mother's arms!


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