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 Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by,
 And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.  
 Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by,
 And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast. 
 Beauteous Night lay dead
 Under the pall of twilight, and the love-star sickened and 
shrank.  
 Beauteous Night lay dead
 Under the pall of twilight, and the love-star sickened and 
shrank. 
 The gloaming comes, the day is spent,
 The sun goes out of sight,
  And painted is the read more 
 The gloaming comes, the day is spent,
 The sun goes out of sight,
  And painted is the occident
   With purple sanguine bright. 
 Our lady of the twilight
 She hath such gentle hands,
  So lovely are the gifts she brings
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 Our lady of the twilight
 She hath such gentle hands,
  So lovely are the gifts she brings
   From out of the sunset-lands,
    So bountiful, so merciful,
     So sweet of soul is she;
      And over all the world she draws
       Her cloak of charity. 
 Then the nun-like twilight came, violent vestured and still,
 And the night's first star outshone afar on the eve read more 
 Then the nun-like twilight came, violent vestured and still,
 And the night's first star outshone afar on the eve of Bunker 
Hill. 
 Sweet shadows of twilight! how calm their repose,
 While the dewdrops fall soft in the breast of the rose!
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 Sweet shadows of twilight! how calm their repose,
 While the dewdrops fall soft in the breast of the rose!
  How blest to the toiler his hour of release
   When the vesper is heard with its whisper of peace! 
 Parting day
 Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
  With a new colour as it gasps read more 
 Parting day
 Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
  With a new colour as it gasps away,
   The last still loveliest, till--'tis gone--and all is gray. 
 How lovely are the portals of the night,
 When stars come out to watch the daylight die.  
 How lovely are the portals of the night,
 When stars come out to watch the daylight die. 
 The west is broken into bars
 Of orange, gold, and gray;
  Gone is the sun, come are read more 
 The west is broken into bars
 Of orange, gold, and gray;
  Gone is the sun, come are the stars,
   And night infolds the day.