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1861–1929

At Twilight

Bliss Carman

Now the fire is lighted On the chimney stone, Day goes down the valley, I am left alone.

Now the misty purple Floods the darkened vale, And the stars come out On the twilight trail.

The mountain river murmurs In his rocky bed, And the stealthy shadows Fill the house with dread.

Then I hear your laughter At the open door,— Brightly burns the fire, I need fear no more.

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