Country Nightfall

The gray steed, twilight mounted, canters through

My quiet country town.

Then toil and rest meet in a rendezvous

With peace. The stars dance down,

With astral singing ripple-splash the stream;

A killdeer-chime intones the heart to dream.

The white-limbed aspens' spangles twirl the air;

A cowbell faintly rings.

A whisper, "God is near," comes like a prayer.

Selene gently flings

Her veiling spun of opalescent light

Around the mystic loveliness of night.