From vales of dawn hath Day pursued the Night <br />Who mocking fled, swift-sandalled, to the west, <br />Nor ever lingered in her wayward flight <br />With dusk-eyed glance to recompense his quest, <br />But over crocus hills and meadows gray <br />Sped fleetly on her way. <br /> <br />Now when the Day, shorn of his failing strength, <br />Hath fallen spent before the sunset bars, <br />The fair, wild Night, with pity touched at length, <br />Crowned with her chaplet of out-blossoming stars, <br />Creeps back repentantly upon her way <br />To kiss the dying Day.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-5/
