Twilight and I went hand in hand, <br />As lovers walk in shining Mays, <br />O'er musky, memory-haunted ways, <br />Across a lonely harvest-land, <br />Where west winds chanted in the wheat <br />An old, old vesper wondrous sweet. <br /> <br />Oh, Twilight was a comrade rare <br />For gypsy heath or templed grove, <br />In her gray vesture, shadow-wove; <br />I saw the darkness of her hair <br />Faint-mirrored in a field-pool dim, <br />As we stood tip-toe on its rim. <br /> <br />We went as lightly as on wings <br />Through many a scented chamber fair, <br />Among the pines and balsams, where <br />I could have dreamed of darling things, <br />And ever as we went I knew <br />The peeping fairy folk went too. <br /> <br />I could have lingered now and then <br />By gates of moonrise that might lead <br />To some forgotten, spiceried mead, <br />Or in some mossy, cloistered glen, <br />Where silence, very still and deep, <br />Seemed fallen in enchanted sleep. <br /> <br />But Twilight ever led me on, <br />As lovers walk, until we came <br />To hills where sunset's shaken flame <br />Had paled to ashes dead and wan; <br />And there, with footsteps stolen-light <br />She left me to the lure of night.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-and-i-went-hand-in-hand/
