The twilight is here, and the stars are met,
They wander side by side,
They whisper love, for their eyes are wet
With love's own balmy tide.
I lie and watch their soft sweet looks
As they smile in the open air;
For their faces are sweeter to me than books,
And many times as fair.
And I hear them whisper ever on,
As the night its hours will spell;
But that which they say in their whispers none
But the wind and I can tell.
Yet if you sleep in their own sweet beams
They will waken you up betimes
With a heart filling up with their own rich dreams
As mine is full of rhymes.
Therefore it comes that you catch me oft
With my hand upon my brow,
Lying stretch'd out at length on the grass all soft,
As you see me lying now.
And the stars look down from their place, and smile,
And beckon, and nod, and shine;
I seem not to heed, yet all the while
I am making their music mine.