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June Twilight (1925)

June Twilight

The twilight comes;
the sun dips down and sets,
The boys have done
play at the nets.
In a warm golden glow
The woods are steeped.
The shadows grow;
The bat has cheeped.
Sweet smells the new-mown hay;
The mowers pass
Home, each his way,
through the grass.
The night-wind stirs the fern,
A night-jar spins;
The windows burn
In the inns.
Dusky it grows. The moon! The dews descend.
Love, can this beauty in our hearts end?

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