Sweet hour of peace! On the prairies brown,
On the quiet homestead’s dun-gray walls,
On the silent lanes, on the distant town,
Like a benediction the twilight falls.
Slowly, softly, the roseate glow
Pales, yet lingers; the robin’s tune
Is hushed to silence; a silver bow
Hangs on high — ’tis the new white moon.
The moments pass. See that moving gleam!
Nearer it comes, swift, weirdly bright;
And a train, life-laden, with eerie scream,
Sweeps down the valley into the night.
The moments pass. We are wrapped about
With thickening shadows; one by one,
In the deep, dark blue, the stars shine out.
Night and silence — the day is done.
From ‘An Evening Monologue’ – Ellen P. Allerton