April Twilight
The skies are grey, the streets are grey,
Twilight walks softly through the streets,
Against the golden veils of day
With weary silver wings she beats.
Twilight walks softly through the streets,
Against the golden veils of day
With weary silver wings she beats.
So every amber veil is rent
And standing here I watch the night
Close round the city like a tent,
While all the lamps grow bright.
And standing here I watch the night
Close round the city like a tent,
While all the lamps grow bright.
What strange mad things our fancies are
When darkness spreads and life stands still,
Each lamp-post with its yellow star
Is like a monstrous daffodil.
When darkness spreads and life stands still,
Each lamp-post with its yellow star
Is like a monstrous daffodil.
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