When I returned at sunset,
The serving-maid was singing softly
Under the dark stairs, and in the house
Twilight had entered like a moon-ray.
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When all the lamps were lighted in the town I passed into the street ways and I watched, Wakeful, almost happy, And half the night I wandered in the street. Very fine poem. noble thoughts. tony
Very descriptive of the restlessness that accompanies night before peaceful slumber. : -)
Another great poem by Harold Monro who once came 8th in a Hercule Poirot lookalike contest.
'I sat in my room, and watched sunset, and saw starlight'. A fascinating piece, worth reading.
I imagined dew in the country, In the hay, on the buttercups; The rising moon, The scent of early night, The songs, the echoes, Dogs barking, Day closing, Gradual slumber, Sweet rest...……….Beautiful description!
great city in totally magical sunset time where twilight to starlight to moonlight to magical all sounds.........hugging all divine imaginably........delightful to read this poem
Silence! An ever lasting Sound! ......beautiful.....10
Yeah, the city during evening hour when silence is going to fall slowly and street lamps are lit very nicely penned. Thanks for sharing.
Scent! ! Echoes of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The beautification of the city in evening time is enchantingly delineated. Beautiful poem.