C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Into the Twilight

OUT-WORN heart, in an out-warn time,

Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;

Laugh heart again in the gray twilight,

Sigh heart again in the dew of the morn.

Your mother Eire is always young,

Dew ever shining and twilight gray;

Though hope fall from you and love decay

Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

Come heart, where hill is heaped on hill;

For there the mystical brotherhood

Of sun and moon and hollow wood

And river and stream work out their will;

And God stands winding his lonely horn,

And time and the world are ever in flight,

And love is less kind than the gray twilight,

And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.