Twilight

Below them in the twilight the quiet village lies,     And warm within its holding, the old folks and the wise,     But here within the open fields the paths of Eden show,     And, hand in hand, across them the little lovers go.     Below them in the village are peaceful folk and still,     They gossip of old yesterdays, of merry times or ill.     But here beyond the twilight stray two who only see     The promise of to-morrow--the dawn that is to be.     Below them in the village the quiet hearth-flames glow,     With friendly word and greeting the neighbours come and go,     But here the silence folds them together, each to each,     And lights within the mating eyes the dream beyond their speech.     Below them in the village stay honest toil and truth,--     They rest there who adventured the road of love and youth.     Smile out, old hearts, when once again two take the path you know,     And, hand in hand, at twilight the little lovers go.