Classic Poem

Twilight meek nurse of dews
& mother of refreshing births to flowers
Sweet now a walk to chuse
& roam in thy cool hours
To be an hour away unseen of men
In the green lane or white thorn studded glen.

Sweet twilight swarth or pale meek nurse of dews
Mother of sweet sleep to many flowers
The birth of dewwebbed breezes that imbues
Our hearts to meditation in sweet hours
Sweet twilight nurse of sleep
In watchet stole & web of sober grey