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Evening Mood
by [?]

Late, when the sun was smouldering down the west,
She took my arm and laid her cheek to me;
The fainting twilight held her, and I guess’d
All she would tell, but could not let me see–
Wonder and joy, the rising of her breast,
And confidence, and still expectancy.