Twilight Stories
Neither daylight, starlight, moonlight,
But a sad-sweet term of some light
By the saintly name of Twilight.
The Grandma Twilight Stories! —Still,
A childish listener, I hear
The katydid and whippoorwill,
In deepening atmosphere
Of velvet dusk, blent with the low
Soft music of the voice that sings
And tells me tales of long ago
And old enchanted things.....
While far fails the last dim daylight,
And the fireflies in the Twilight
Drift about like flakes of starlight.
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