Classic Poem

The sunset glow is ebbing;
Within the rose-rimmed sky
The stars wait wide and lonely
The slow day's passing by.

The evening dusks the valleys;
The hill-tops yet are lit;
The shadow broadens upward,
And the quiet climbs with it.

All that the day dissevers
Now, in the twilight dun,
Nestles again together, —
The far and the near are one.

Within her cloistered chamber
Brooded the evening peace,
As the dear life faded slowly,
Too happy to wish release.

In the widening hush she waited,
In the beautiful after-glow,
The hills of her memory gleaming,
The shadows climbing below.

The holy twilight falling
Was not of the star and sun;
The earth and the heaven lights mingled, —
And the far and near were one.