Twilight's White
Twilight’s White
Neath twilight’s white,
There streaks a purple cloud,
Where beneath designs the lace of trees,
Against glorious orange and red of sunset.
Here I stand in its shadow.
What does it see that I cannot
What is its hymn to me
At the end of this day?
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