Fall Of Dusk

The sun sinks slowly behind the horizon From far is heard the evening siren Bats fly lumbering along the sky Like black dots, they appear on high The clouds over the firmament move swift As the wind causes them to drift The last glint of light still dances on the towers A dainty fragrance spreads from opening flowers The earth is clothed in the evening haze And no more is seen the sun’s blaze The sky grows pale, the flaming colors drained And the distant scenes, almost blurred In the fading twilight, shadows lengthen And through the alleys silence strengthens An invisible choir sings in the fading light They seem to welcome the arrival of the night The low slanting rays are no more amber or gold Over the earth, a gray tint briskly does unfold An inky shade darkens Day’s lovely face Yet there lingers in her a charming grace I don’t know if my thoughts now have any colour Cannot say if they are of amber, gold, grey or a multicolour