Twilight. And the clover leaves have folded,
All the flowers gleaming white above them,
Waiting for the stars, alike for dawning,
Scented faint of springtime and of honey.
From the earth the darkness rises,
Flows about my feet among the clover;
Overhead the stars are not yet shining,
But below their ageless gleam is mirrored,
Bloom by twilit bloom, across the hillside.
All the slender stems rise up to hold them,
All the rounded leaves lie tight together;
And the blooms lamp quietly the gloaming,
All the absent stars of evening sprinkled
Round my feet to shine among the shadows.
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