“In the Gloaming;”
or,
The Wailings of a Disappointed Novice.

In the gloaming, oh! my darling!

Don’t I curse the thoughts of thee!

Crowding ever like grim phantoms,

Haunting me unceasingly.

Oh! my heart is sad with longing,

What I dreamed will never be:

It were best to “chuck you up,” dear,

Best for you and best for me.