Twilight by the Cabin by George William Russell
DUSK, a pearl-grey river, oâ€™er
Hill and vale puts out the dayâ€”
What do you wonder at, asthore,
Whatâ€™s away in yonder grey?
Dark the eyes that linger longâ€”
Dream-fed heart, awake, come in,
Warm the hearth and gay the song:
Love with tender words would win.
Fades the eve in dreamy fire,
But the heart of night is lit:
Ancient beauty, old desire,
By the cabin doorway flit.
This is Etainâ€™s land and line,
And the homespun cannot hide
Kinship with a race divine,
Thrill of rapture, light of pride.
There her golden kinsmen are:
And her heart a moment knew
Angus like the evening star
Fleeting through the dusk and dew.
Throw the womanâ€™s mask away:
Wear the opal glimmering dress;
Let the feathered starlight ray
Over every gleaming tress.
Child of Etain, wherefore leave
Light and laughter, joyful years,
For the earthâ€™s grey coloured eve
Ever dropping down with tears?
Was it for some love of old?
Ah, reveal thyself. The bars
On the gateway would not hold:
He will follow to the stars.