Excerpt from Twenty-Six Poems

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Not with the silence of the night,
Nor with the gladness of the day
But in that gentle, dusky light
Which gathers when the western way
Runs to a sea of burning gold
You came to me, like eventide
Whose soft and trailing clouds enfold
Meadow and mere and mountain-side.
Your voice was as a mountain rill,
Silver-sweet as its music-fall
When shadows creep and birds are still
And the great moon reigns over all.
Arrayed in wonder like the night,
Stars in the heaven of your face,
You came to me with love's delight
And found in me a resting-place.
I have known great and gracious things
And worshipped beauty everywhere,
Sunsets and ruins, swallows' wings
Skimming the surface of the mere,
Roses filled with the morning dew,
The creamy cones of chestnut-trees,
Wonderful chords that thrilled me through
When thin white fingers swept the keys,
Old houses and old English lawns

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