Explore "At Twilight" by Annie Fellows Johnston on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
A TINY bird flits through the twilight brown, / When sunset dreams make all the garden fair, / Whose soft notes fall into the quiet air / Like olive leaves on waters smooth dropped down.
Emblems of rest, when floods of care do cease, / Into my heart, as well, they fall and float, / An olive leaf each faint and dreamy note -- / I recognize their sign, and feel at peace.