Dusk

How blue it is tonight
The trees with lacy leaves stand out against the sky
And we can wander in the glowing dusk, and the flowers
Just you and I

There is no bustle here
No hateful noise
No haste, only amid the trees the starlings sing their vespers
Rocked by the sighing breeze

The twilight deepens and the twinkling stars
Night’s little candles one by one appear
Shining alike on just and unjust
On so much beauty and on so much that mars
And on itinerant dreamers groping here
With heads in heaven and their feet in dust