When twilight is here <br />you shall see <br />but not hear a sound <br />the world will be peaceful <br />the seas will be calm <br />the flowers will sway gracefully <br />in the breeze as night does come. <br />The twilight hour <br />is the hour before darkness does prevail <br />when little children into dreamland sail <br />when the sunset leaves the sky grey and blue <br />then the twilight hour comes into view. <br />The big city sounds die peacefully <br />when twilight calls gracefully <br />as small creatures rest their heads in sleep <br />as all the world in tranquil stillness does seep <br />for the twilight hour is tranquil <br />as it gracefully does call. <br /> <br /> <br />Date unknown<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-the-twilight-hour/
