I love thee, Twilight! as thy shadows roll, <br />The calm of evening steals upon my soul, <br />Sublimely tender, solemnly serene, <br />Still as the hour, enchanting as the scene. <br />I love thee, Twilight! for thy gleams impart <br />Their dear, their dying influence to my heart. <br />When o'er the harp of thought thy passing wind <br />Awakens all the music of the mind, <br />And joy and sorrow, as the spirit burns, <br />And hope and memory sweep the chords by turns <br />While contemplation, on seraphic wings, <br />Mounts with the flame of sacrifice, and sings. <br />Twilight! I love thee; let thy glooms increase, <br />Till every feeling, every pulse, is peace. <br />Slow from the sky the light of day declines, <br />Clearer within, the dawn of glory shines, <br />Revealing, in the hour of nature's rest, <br />A world of wonders in the poet's breast; <br />Deeper, O Twilight! then thy shadows roll, - <br />An awful vision opens on my soul.<br /><br />James Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-85/
