Meek Twilight! soften the declining day, <br />And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves; <br />When o'er the mountain slow descends the ray <br />That gives to silence and to night the groves. <br />Ah, let the happy court the morning still, <br />When, in her blooming loveliness arrayed, <br />She bids fresh beauty light the vale or hill, <br />And rapture warble in the vocal shade. <br />Sweet is the odour of the morning's flower, <br />And rich in melody her accents rise; <br />Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour <br />At which her blossoms close, her music dies: <br />For then, while languid Nature droops her head, <br />She wakes the tear 'tis luxury to shed.<br /><br />Helen Maria Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-twilight/
