Evening Mood
Topics: classic
Late, when the sun was smouldering down the west, She took my arm and laid her cheek to me; The fainting twilight held her, and I guess'd All she would tell, but could not let me see-- Wonder and joy, the rising of her breast, And confidence, and still expectancy.
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