Why God chose dusk to walk within
The garden, I can see,
For something in the twilight air
Compels and calls to me.
For evening is a fairy spell
Of magic soft yet deep-
A gentle, soothing lullaby
That lulls the world to sleep.
An idyll too profound for words,
And wistful feelings' sum,
The closest to another world
That I will ever come.

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