Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks cry and call. Down in the valley the lamps, and the mist, and a star over all, There by the rick, where they thresh, is the drone at an end, Twilight it is, and I travel the road with my friend. I think of the friends who are dead, who were dear long ago in the past, Beautiful friends who are dead, though I know that death cannot last ; Friends with the beautiful eyes that the dust has defiled. Beautiful souls who were gentle when I was a child.
Song Cycle by David Moule-Evans (b. 1905)
?. Twilight  [sung text not yet checked]
- by John Masefield (1878 - 1967), "Twilight", appears in Ballads and Poems, first published 1910 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
See other settings of this text.First published as "To an old tune" in Speaker, December 1905; revised 1910.
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?. Twelfth Night  [sung text not yet checked]
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?. My own country  [sung text not yet checked]
I shall go without companions, And with nothing in my hand; I shall pass through many places That I cannot understand - Until I come to my own country, Which is a pleasant land! The trees that grow in my own country Are the beech tree and the yew; Many stand together And some stand few. In the month of May in my own country All the woods are new. When I get to my own country I shall lie down and sleep; I shall watch in the valleys The long flocks of sheep. And then I shall dream, for ever and all, A good dream and deep.
- by (Joseph) Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953), no title, appears in The Four Men, first published 1911 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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