Palimpsest of Twilight

Darkness comes out of the earth And swallows dip into the pallor of the west; From the hay comes the clamour of children's mirth; Wanes the old palimpsest.

The night-stock oozes scent, And a moon-blue moth goes flittering by: All that the worldly day has meant Wastes like a lie.

The children have forsaken their play; A single star in a veil of light Glimmers: litter of day Is gone from sight.