Gloaming Poem by Granville Holt

When day meets night with kisses spent
And with parting, glow of passion fades
In gold and red of auburn braids
While out across the hills a song lament
Plays soft among each shade like bells
Which tinkling nestle down cool glade
And as starlight becomes wishes laid
To restful calm o'er all where eastern dwells
The clouds, sun flushed, round reclines,
As a woman's eye grows tender, shadows sleep,
Night sighs linger into Day's designs
Part earth and heaven touch beauty's face
Who sweetly smiles as Nature whispers deep
Opens loving arms to greet the human race...