by John Masefield (1878 - 1967)

Twilight it is, and the far woods are...
Language: English 
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. 

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First published as "To an old tune" in Speaker, December 1905; revised 1910.


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This text was added to the website: 2008-12-31
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Word count: 102