Twilight Symphony

(To Margaret Ball Dickson)

She guides a tranquil Pegasus and mounts

The crest of laureate hills, and humbly counts

The hours by friends who hear within her song:

The eagle's dauntless challenge, clear and strong;

The lark's rinsed lyric through cool April air;

The timid phoebe's lullaby of prayer;

The benediction of a killdeer-chime

Tuning the heart to peace at vesper time.

With mellowed overtones, serene and free,

How beautiful her twilight symphony!