Gloamtide + 

The shades of the gloaming around me are stealing, + 

The lure of the dusk through the silences call, + 

While blossoming incense comes mutely appealing, + 

And choiring wood-voices, vespering, fall. + 

Immersed in the deep of my dim sylvan-bower, + 

Upborne on the breast of its emerald tide, + 

I drift with the gleam of the vanishing hour + 

Afar⁠—where my uttermost longings abide. + 