At Twilight

Now the fire is lighted

On the chimney stone,

Day goes down the valley,

I am left alone.

Now the misty purple

Floods the darkened vale,

And the stars come out

On the twilight trail.

The mountain river murmurs

In his rocky bed,

And the stealthy shadows

Fill the house with dread.

Then I hear your laughter

At the open door,—

Brightly burns the fire,

I need fear no more.