The twilight droops across the day,
I watch her portrait on the wall
Palely recede into the grey
That palely comes and covers all.
The sad Spring twilight, dull, forlorn,
The menace of the dreary night:
But in her face, more fair than morn,
A sweet suspension of delight.
I am busy working to bring Arthur Symons's "Spring Twilight" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Arthur Symons's life and contributions to literature.
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