Twilight
Divine crimson shadows of evening,
All cares subside with your approach.
Too starkly had the glorious sun illumined
My dismal forethought today.
Mellow and relenting is the twilight;
Gentle and cool, the breeze,
Drifting airy forms along,
Awakens rapturous tunes.
A million sparrows chirp and throng
The small-leaved light-hued fronds;
Even the sun sinks with a kinder eye
And muffles my reproach.
Bless me, tender calm of night!
Was it not your sacred word
That rested souls beget resolve
And gladly seek their daily lot?
Already I hear cicadas
Rehearsing their summer night song;
The moon has risen to my window,
Her pale face brightening in my dreams.
