When ’tis no longer day, nor yet is night.
When o’er all nature hangs a solemn hush,
And everything is peaceful and serene.
And thus I strolled along and thought of her—
And then I sat upon a rustic bench
And thought of her,—and only thought of her.
And o’ver all nature hung a solemn hush;
And I was sad, and it was growing dark.
And as I sat there on the rustic bench
Close by to me I heard two voices speak.