the long september evening dies
in mist along the fields and lanes;
only a few faint stars surprise
the lingering twilight as it wanes.
night creeps across the darkening vale;
on the horizon tree by tree
fades into shadowy skies as pale
as moonlight on a shadowy sea.
and, down the mist-enfolded lanes,
grown pensive now with evening,
see, lingering as the twilight wanes,
lover with lover wandering.
[poem “autumn twilight” by arthur symons (1865-1945)]