At Dusk

• Blue dusk has come,
  Creeping o’er the hills in a hint of night.
  My lips are dumb
  To express my fear of fading light
  
  Yet, all is well,
  And a tranquil longing comes with the dark
  I’ve yet to tell
  Of the things I feel, the sights I see, but hark!
  
  I hear sweet bells,
  Tinkling softly to cheer me along the dark way,
  And their music quells
  All my fears; I know I’ll safely arrive at the dawn of day.
  
  M.E.V.