<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117258" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Twilight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it so long? It seems so brief a while<br> Since this still hour between the day and dark<br>Was ligntened by a little fellow’s smile;<br> Since we were wont to mark<br>The sunset’s crimson dim to gold, to gray,<br> Content to know that, though he loved to roam<br>Care-free among the comrades of his play,<br> Twilight would lead him home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A year ago! The well-remembered hail<br> Of happy-hearted children on the green<br>We hear to-night, and see the sunset pale,<br> The distant hills between:<br>But when the busy feet shall homeward turn,<br> When little wearied heads shall seek for rest,<br>Where shall you find the weight for which you yearn,<br> Ah, tender mother-breast?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear lips, that in the twilight hushed and dim<br> Lulled him with murmured fantasies of song;<br>Dear slender arms, that safely sheltered him,<br> The empty years are long!<br>The night’s caressing wind moves babbling on,<br> And all the whispered gossip of the firs<br>Is busy with his name who now is gone—<br> My little lad and hers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if we so, with eager eyes and glad,<br> Looked forward to his coming in the gloom;<br>If so our hearts leaped out to meet the lad<br> Whose smile lit all the room,—<br>Shall there not be a Presence waiting thus<br> To still the bitter craving of the quest?<br>Shall there not be a welcome, too, for us<br> When we go home to rest?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, God be thanked for this: the ashen-gowned<br> Sweet presence of the twilight, and, afar,<br>The strong, enduring hills, in beauty crowned<br> With one white, steadfast star!<br>A year ago? What, love, to us are years?<br> The selfsame twilight, cool, and calm, and dim,<br>That led him home to us, despite our fears,<br> Shall lead us home to him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl">Guy Wetmore Carryl</a> from <i>The Garden of Years and Other Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117258" data-title="At Twilight de Guy Wetmore Carryl" data-description="Was it so long? It seems so brief a while/ Since this still hour between the day and dark/Was ligntened by a little fellow’s smile;/ Since we were wont to mark/The sunset’s crimson dim to gold, to gray,/ Content to know that, though he loved t..."></div> </div> </div>

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