NOW the fire is lighted <br />On the chimney stone, <br />Day goes down the valley, <br />I am left alone. <br />Now the misty purple <br />Floods the darkened vale, <br />And the stars come out <br />On the twilight trail. <br />The mountain river murmurs <br />In his rocky bed, <br />And the stealthy shadows <br />Fill the house with dread. <br />Then I hear your laughter <br />At the open door, — <br />Brightly burns the fire, <br />I need fear no more.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-twilight-4/
