At Twilight by Bliss Carman

Now the fire is lighted / On the chimney stone, / Day goes down the valley, / I am left alone.

Now the misty purple / Floods the darkened vale, / And the stars come out / On the twilight trail.

The mountain river murmurs / In his rocky bed, / And the stealthy shadows / Fill the house with dread.

Then I hear your laughter / At the open door, -- / Brightly burns the fire, / I need fear no more.