Twilight
(Written in her fifteenth year)
How sweet the hour when daylight blends
With the pensive shadows on evening’s breast;
And dear to the heart is the pleasure it lends,
For ‘tis like the departure of saints to their rest.
Oh, ‘tis sweet, Saranac, on thy loved banks to stray
To watch the last day-beam dance light on thy wave,
To mark the white skiff as it skims o’er the bay,
Or heedlessly bounds o’er the warrior's grave.
Oh, 'tis sweet to a heart unentangled and light,
When with hope’s brilliant prospects the fancy is blest,
To pause ‘mid its day-dreams so witchingly bright,
And mark the last sunbeams, while sinking to rest.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 23, 2020 by the Academy of American Poets.
“Twilight” originally appeared in Poetical Remains of the Late Lucretia Maria Davidson (Lea and Blanchard, 1841).