The long September evening dies
In mist along the fields and lanes;
Only a few faint stars surprise
The lingering twilight as it wanes.
Night creeps across the darkening vale;
On the horizon tree by tree
Fades into shadowy skies as pale
As moonlight on a shadowy sea.
And, down the mist-enfolded lanes.
Grown pensive now with evening.
See, lingering as the twilight wanes,
Lover with lover wandering.
Arthur Symons (1865-1945)
from London Nights, 1895
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]