A TWILIGHT MELODY.

IN the twilight and the night-time

Sing the waves a sweeter song,

Bloom the flowers with fresher fragrance,

Come the dreams in swifter throng.

Forms of things unseen perplex us,

Hearts whose thoughts toward us reach,

Light that flashes near our vision,

Thoughts that blossom not in speech.

Loving eyes look in our faces

With a timid starry glow;

And the music of our meeting

Doth through all our being go.

O the darkness with its visions,

Which the light will chase away!

Which is light and which is darkness,

When they go or when they stay?

W.