Twilight - Caprice

It is the hour when from the boughs

The nightingale’s high note is heard

It is the hour — when lovers' vows

Sweet in every word

They seem sweet in every whispered word

And gentle winds and waters near

Make music to the lonely ear

Each flower the dews have lightly wet

Stars and sky are met

And in the sky the stars are met

And on the wave is deeper blue

And on the leaf a browner hue

And in the Heaven, that’s clear obscure

Softly dark, darkly pure