Twilight Voices by William Allingham — Read

Now, at the hour when ignorant mortals / Drowse in the shade of their whirling sphere, / Heaven and Hell from invisible portals / Breathing comfort and ghastly fear, / Voices I hear; / I hear strange voices, flitting, calling, / Wavering by on the dusky blast, -- / 'Come, let us go, for the night is falling; / Come, let us go, for the day is past!'

Troops of joys are they, now departed? / Winged hopes that no longer stay? / Guardian spirits grown weary-hearted? / Powers that have linger'd their latest day? / What do they say? / What do they sing? I hear them calling, / Whispering, gathering, flying fast, -- / 'Come, come, for the night is falling; / Come, come, for the day is past!'

Sing they to me? -- 'Thy taper's wasted; / Mortal, thy sands of life run low; / Thine hours like a flock of birds have hasted: / Time is ending; -- we go, we go.' / Sing they so? / Mystical voices, floating, calling; / Dim farewells -- the last, the last? / Come, come away, the night is falling; / 'Come, come away, the day is past.'

See, I am ready, Twilight voices! / Child of the spirit-world am I; / How should I fear you? my soul rejoices, / O speak plainer! O draw nigh! / Fain would I fly! / Tell me your message, Ye who are calling / Out of the dimness vague and vast; / Lift me, take me, -- the night is falling; / Quick, let us go, -- the day is past.