The Circle of Affection and Other Pieces in Prose and Verse

by Duncan Campbell Scott




I WATCHED the gradual twilight
        Fade upon mere and fell,
And my heart was moved to a sadness
        Of which it is vain to tell.

Not for the bar of crimson

        That kept the stars away,
Not for the deepening shadow
        That crossed the tranquil bay

It was not the fleeting beauty
        That gave the lasting pain,

The stars shall rise in their courses,
        Day shall dawn again;

I thought on the ultimate secret,—
        Long after the light had flown—
That lies beyond all appearance

        And cannot be known.