Twilight Hours

I The colors of the rainbow are fading in the silent and distant West, and the heartache of twilight trembles within my aching breast. For the light of my love has faded like sunbeams in the West, and the color of twilight will tremble forever in my breast. II I think of thy kindness often, when lonesome I feel and cold, I have not forgotten our childhood, nor your loving words of old. And still my sweetest songs of life are floating in dreams to thee, like whisperings at eventide, across a clouded sea. III We two are sitting in the bark, and listen to the wavelets’ play, the shore is melting in the dark, day’s echoes silently decay. Oh life, with all thy hopes so fair, wilt thou too float away, like visions rising in the air that greet the parting day! IV She stands amidst the roses, and tears dart from her eyes that like the fragrant roses her soul must fade and die. He stares at the twilight ocean on the shore of a foreign land, a faded rose is trembling within his soft white hand. V The rushes whisper softly, the sounds of silence wake, large flowers like sad remembrance float on the dark green lake. Were life but like the waters, so bright and calm and deep, and love like floating flowers that on the surface meet. VI The naked trees of autumn grope shivering through twilight’s gloom, athwart the whispering branches its dying embers loom. I dream of life’s defoliation, as I watch with silent dread, leaf after leaf departing, like hopes long withered and dead. VII In haunting hours of twilight dreams restless the turbulent sea, and heaves her white wanton bosom in endless mystery. Dream on, dream on, titanic queen, beloved sea, at thy wanton breast, I would find rest in endless mystery.