Palimpsest of Twilight / D.H. Lawrence

Darkness comes out of the earth 
And swallows dip into the pallor of the west; 
From the hay comes the clamour of children's mirth; 
Wanes the old palimpsest. 

The night-stock oozes scent, 
And a moon-blue moth goes flittering by: 
All that the worldly day has meant 
Wastes like a lie. 

The children have forsaken their play; 
A single star in a veil of light 
Glimmers: litter of day 
Is gone from sight.

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