Author William Hamilton Hayne Just ere the darkness is withdrawn, In seasons of cold or heat, Close to the boundary line of Dawn These mystical brothers meet. They clasp their weird and shadowy hands, As they listen each to each, But never a mortal understands Their strange immortal speech. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments