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

Ethelwyn Wetherald (1857–1940)

Twilight

I SAW her walking in the rain,

And sweetly drew she nigh;

And then she crossed the hills again

To bid the day good-by.

“Good-by! good-by!

The world is dim as sorrow;

But close beside the morning sky

I’ll say a glad Good-morrow!”

O dweller in the darling wood,

When near to death I lie,

Come from your leafy solitude,

And bid my soul good-by.

Good-by! good-by!

The world is dim as sorrow;

But close beside the morning sky

O say a glad Good-morrow!