Twilight

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale’s high note is heard
It is the hour — when lovers' vows
Sweet in every word
They seem sweet in every whispered word
And gentle winds and waters near
Make music to the lonely ear
Each flower the dews have lightly wet
Stars and sky are met
And in the sky the stars are met
And on the wave is deeper blue
And on the leaf a browner hue
And in the Heaven, that’s clear obscure
Softly dark, darkly pure