Twilight

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Title:     Twilight
Author: Myrtle Reed [More Titles by Reed]

The birds were hushed into silence,
The clouds had sunk from sight,
And the great trees bowed to the summer breeze
That kissed the flowers good-night.

The stars came out in the cool still air,
From the mansions of the blest,
And softly, over the dim blue hills,
Night came to the world with rest.

[The end]
Myrtle Reed's poem: Twilight

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