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Twilight (1920)


Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks cry and call.
Down in the valley the lamps, and the mist, and a star over all,
There by the rick, where they thresh, is the drone at an end,
Twilight it is, and I travel the road with my friend.
I think of the friends who are dead, who were dear long ago in the past,
Beautiful friends who are dead, though I know that death cannot last;
Friends with the beautiful eyes that the dust has defiled.
Beautiful souls who were gentle when I was a child.

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Ernest John Smeed Moeran was an English composer of part-Irish heritage. His work was strongly influenced by English and Irish folk music.

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