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Alfred Austin - A Twilight Song
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Why, rapturous bird, though shades of night
 Muffle the leaves and swathe the lawn,
 Singest thou still with all thy might,
 As though `twere noon, as though `twere dawn?
 Silence darkens on vale and hill,
 But thou, unseen, art singing still.

 `Tis because, though in dusky bower,
 With love delighted still thou art;
 Nor hath the deepening twilight power
 To lay a curfew on thy heart.
 Thou lovest; and, loving, dost prolong
 The sense of sunlight with thy song.

 Thus may love`s rapture haunt me still
 When life`s full radiance fadeth slow
 Along the faltering west, and fill
 With melody my afterglow,
 And something of Song`s morning might
 Linger, to make you doubt `tis night.
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