And teach that it hath a magic power
To soothe the hearts that grieve;
That lovers prefer this gentle time—
To courting it gives such a zest—
And, as for themselves, for the stringing of rhyme
That the twilight hour’s the best.
There are some who delight in a starlight night,
And some like a chandelier;
And others a grate-full of anthracite,
Or of hickory burning clear,