Lovelyare the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.
These in the robings of glory,Those in the gloom of defeat,All with the battle-blood gory,In the dusk of eternity meet;—Under the sod and the dew,Waiting the judgment-day;—Under the laurel the Blue,Under the willow, the Gray.
Earthly joy can take but a bat-like flight, always checked, always limited, in dusk and darkness. But the love of Christ breaks through the vaulting, and leads us up into the free sky above, expanding to the very throne of Jehovah, and drawing us still upward to the infinite heights of glory.frances ridley havergal
Between the lines it must have hurtTo see the neighborhood go down,Your neighbor in his undershirtAt dusk come out to mow his lawn.donald justice
The dusk is heavy with the wine's warm load;Here the long sense of classic measure curesThe spirit weary of its difficult pain;Here the old Bacchic piety endures,Here the sweet legends of the world remain.vita sackville-west
Prometheus , I have no Titan's might, Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart , For daytime's vulture talons tear apart The tender alcoves built by love at night .philip josé farmer
No sun no moon no morn no noon, No dawn no dusk no proper time of day, No warmth no cheerfulness no healthful ease, No road, no street, no t' other side the way, No comfortable feel in any member No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!thomas hood
More beautiful and soft than any moth
With burring furred antennae feeling its huge path
Through dusk, the air-liner with shut-off engines
Glides over suburbs and the sleeves set trailing tall
To point the wind. Gently, broadly, she falls,
Scarcely disturbing charted currents of air.
These in the robings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat, All with the battle-blood gory, In the dusk of eternity meet; Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the laurel the Blue, Under the willow, the Gray.
In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at dusk he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him All mock him outright, by day: But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away! O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl!
I sit cross-legged on the rock The valleys and streams are cold and damp Sitting quietly is beautiful The cliffs are lost in mist and fog I rest happily in this place At dusk the tree shadows are low I look into my mindA white lotus emerges from the dark mudhanshan
I see their scattered gravestones gleaming white Through the pale dusk of the impending night. O'er all alike the imperial sunset throws Its golden hues mingled with the rose; We give to each a tender thought and pass Out of the graveyards with their tangled grass.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.james whitcomb riley
Prometheus, I have no Titan's might, Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart, For daytime's vulture talons tear apart The tender alcoves built by love at night.
But see the fading many-coloured Woods, Shade deep'ning over shade, the country round Imbrown: crowded umbrage, dusk and dun, Of every hue from wan declining green To sooty dark.james thomson
The flaming rose gloomed swarthy red; The borage gleams more blue; And low white flowers, with starry head, Glimmer the rich dusk through.George MacDonald
The fragrant hair, Falling as through the silence falleth now dusk of the air.james joyce