Wandering (Lethian Dreams)

The long September evening dies In mist along the fields and lanes; Only a few faint stars surprise The lingering twilight as it wanes. Night creeps across the darkening vale; On the horizon tree by tree Fades into shadowy skies as pale As moonlight on a shadowy sea. And, down the mist-enfolded lanes, Grown pensive now with evening, See, lingering as the twilight wanes, Lover with lover wandering. [Poem "Autumn Twilight" by Arthur Symons (1865-1945)]