AND ALONG CHURCH PATH AT NIGHT THE SUN GOES DOWN BEHIND A CLOUD AND DARKNESS FALLS.

THE TWILIGHT TOUCHES WITH HER GHOSTLY FINGERS

ALL THE MEADOWS AND MELLOW HILLS,

AND THE GREAT SUN SWEEPS IN HIS ROBES OF GLORY

WOVEN OF PETALS OF DAFFODILS.

WHILE SILENCE HOLDS DOMINION OF THE DARK

SAVE WHEN THE FOXES IN THE SPINNEYS BARK.