Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 TWILIGHT TOWN

Down a drowsy, dewy hill

Leads the road away

To the walls of Twilight Town

At the close of day;

There the people wander slow

Down the shadow street

Fingers to their lips they lift

When they chance to meet.

All the houses, painted gray,

Blink their sleepy eyes;

Mothers, all along the way,

Whisper lullabyes;

Each bird-baby cuddles down

In its purple nest;

This is quiet Twilight Town;

The watchword there is Rest.