George L. Allen (George Leonard Allen), "Twilight Fancy" (1927)
Twilight Fancy
By George L. Allen
Dusk came dancing down the dale
Like a slim dark maiden,
Crowned with blossoms sunset-pale,
Dream-perfumed, dew-laden.
Black as midnight were her eyes,
Crinkly-dark her tresses,
Sunbeams, flickering from the skies
Wooed her with caresses.
Lingering but an instant’s space,
All my heart entrancing,
Swift and sweet, her warm embrace
Stirred my blood to dancing.
But when Night, in splendor rare,
Set her love-lamps gleaming,
Dusk had fled, and left me there
Lone, and lorn, and dreaming.
Published in The Crisis, December 1927