6.06.2014

A Song of Evening

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
When the heat of the day is at last expired
The breeze which made the cooling air
Comes sighing, pressing up the stair
And to the door where we'd retired
And as dying coals might be inspired
The twilight comes with heady light
And retiring at last then makes the night.

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