Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
Then the nun-like twilight came, violent vestured and still, And the night's first star outshone afar on the eve of Bunker Hill.
From what far, heavenly height of hope Didst thou descend to light our way, Cleaving with flash of snowy robe Time's dusky veil of twilight gray?
The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.