Here you will find the Poem Twilight of poet James Montgomery
I love thee, Twilight! as thy shadows roll, The calm of evening steals upon my soul, Sublimely tender, solemnly serene, Still as the hour, enchanting as the scene. I love thee, Twilight! for thy gleams impart Their dear, their dying influence to my heart. When o'er the harp of thought thy passing wind Awakens all the music of the mind, And joy and sorrow, as the spirit burns, And hope and memory sweep the chords by turns While contemplation, on seraphic wings, Mounts with the flame of sacrifice, and sings. Twilight! I love thee; let thy glooms increase, Till every feeling, every pulse, is peace. Slow from the sky the light of day declines, Clearer within, the dawn of glory shines, Revealing, in the hour of nature's rest, A world of wonders in the poet's breast; Deeper, O Twilight! then thy shadows roll, - An awful vision opens on my soul.
