DUSK came out of the wood and found the croft where I lay.
Lips as bright as the morning and eyes like the stars of night,
I dreamed of the morn of the morrow and midnight’s dark delight.
Dusk covered my heart, all with her sleeve of gray.
Dusk covered my lips: O morning veiled alway!
Dusk dimmed mine eyes: now one are noon and night.
Dusk entered my dream and dulled my dear delight.
Dusk in my heart, dusk for my hope, over the hills I stray.