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Dinah Maria Mulock - Twilight In The North
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O THE long northern twilight between the day and the night, 
When the heat and the weariness of the world are ended quite: 
When the hills grow dim as dreams, and the crystal river seems 
Like that River of Life from out the Throne where the blessèd walk in white. 

O the weird northern twilight, which is neither night nor day, 
When the amber wake of the long-set sun still marks his western way: 
And but one great golden star in the deep blue east afar 
Warns of sleep, and dark, and midnight--of oblivion and decay. 

O the calm northern twilight, when labor is all done, 
And the birds in drowsy twitter have dropped silent one by one: 
And nothing stirs or sighs in mountains, waters, skies,-- 
Earth sleeps--but her heart waketh, till the rising of the sun. 

O the sweet, sweet twilight, just before the time of rest, 
When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed: 
And the dead day smiles so bright, filling earth and heaven with light,-- 
You would think `t was dawn come back again--but the light is in the west. 

O the grand solemn twilight, spreading peace from pole to pole!-- 
Ere the rains sweep o`er the hillsides, and the waters rise and roll, 
In the lull and the calm, come, O angel with the palm-- 
In the still norther twilight, Azrael, take my soul.
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