 | Poems by Rose Terry |  |
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TWILIGHT.
Alone I watch the setting sun
Brighten the hill-tops in the west,
And clouds that on the swift winds run
To gather splendour o'er his rest.
Brighten the hill-tops in the west,
And clouds that on the swift winds run
To gather splendour o'er his rest.
Oh! had I but those wings of air,
Across the mountain heights to flee!
Thine eyes should lose their shade of care,
Thy weary face grow bright for me.
Across the mountain heights to flee!
Thine eyes should lose their shade of care,
Thy weary face grow bright for me.
Or could I capture sparks of fire,
To do the message of my thought,
Their joyful speed no space should tire,
Till love and light for thee they brought.
To do the message of my thought,
Their joyful speed no space should tire,
Till love and light for thee they brought.
But darker, deeper, grows the night,
And my sad thoughts more restless far;
I would I were a ray of light
To greet thee from yon lonely star.
And my sad thoughts more restless far;
I would I were a ray of light
To greet thee from yon lonely star.
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Dear star! watch gently from on high,
What my frail vision cannot see;
A gentler and more powerful eye,
Shines through thy tender gleam for me.
What my frail vision cannot see;
A gentler and more powerful eye,
Shines through thy tender gleam for me.
One heart, o'er mountains, through the night,
Protects and loves, while I despair;
He turns the depths of gloom to light,
And gives my wishes wings of prayer.
Protects and loves, while I despair;
He turns the depths of gloom to light,
And gives my wishes wings of prayer.
| Poems by Rose Terry | |