the peace of twilight
I'll miss it when I'm gone from here
the soft coal blue of the sky
and the first evening stars
glimmering into sight
recalling when the morning stars sang
and our way was set through the long day of the world
now we reach an ending
a turning in the way
and in the last violet light
comes down the sweet absorption of the night
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