Frederick George Scott

COLLECTED POEMS


 

Twilight



I asked the Lord of the Twilight
    From whence come all his dreams,
With their wings like the wings of the morning
    And their laugh like the laughter of streams.

And he answered, “The dreams are my children;

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    They wander all day in the light,
But they come from the mountains and meadows
    To rest in my heart at night.” [Page 58]