Corn-colored clouds upon a sky of gold,
And 'mid their sheaves,-where, like a daisy-bloom
Left by the reapers to the gathering gloom,
The star of twilight glows,-as Ruth, 'tis told,
Dreamed homesick 'mid the harvest fields of old,
The Dusk goes gleaning color and perfume
From Bible slopes of heaven, that illume
Her pensive beauty deep in shadows stoled.
Hushed is the forest; and blue vale and hill
Are still, save for the brooklet, sleepily
Stumbling the stone with one foam-fluttering foot:
Save for the note of one far whippoorwill,
And in my heart
her
name,-like some sweet bee
Within a rose,-blowing a faery flute.
Dusk
Madison Julius Cawein
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