HAIL Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour! <br />Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night; <br />But studious only to remove from sight <br />Day's mutable distinctions.--Ancient Power! <br />Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains lower, <br />To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest <br />Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest <br />On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower <br />Looked ere his eyes were closed. By him was seen <br />The self-same Vision which we now behold; <br />At thy meek bidding, shadowy Power! brought forth <br />These mighty barriers, and the gulf between; <br />The flood, the stars,--a spectacle as old <br />As the beginning of the heavens and earth!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hail-twilight-sovereign-of-one-peaceful-hour/
