Adventurous heart, on beauty bent,
That only Heaven could quite content!
TWILIGHT
By Olive Custance
Spirit of Twilight, through your folded wings
I catch a glimpse of your averted face,
And rapturous on a sudden, my soul sings
“Is not this common earth a holy place?”
Spirit of Twilight, you are like a song
That sleeps, and waits a singer,—like a hymn