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Twilight and the Makomako.
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Thy doom is fixed by Nature’s law;
 Why, none can tell.
 Therefore farewell;
We’ll miss thy voice from leafy shaw,
 Living silver bell.

Why should we ever know new joys,
 If thus they pass?
 Leaving, alas!
Wistful regret, which much alloys
 All that man now has.

Alexander Bathgate.

LXXIV.

Twilight and the Makomako.

Night on the forest is falling,
 Slowly the day leaves the hill,
Birds from the coverts are calling,
 Calling in tinkle and trill:

Medley of harmony ringing,
 Musical, mellow and chiming;
Night-airs a-quiver with singing,—
 Jangle of sweetness and riming!

Twilight is gone from the hill,
 Dark are the woods to the moon;
All the sweet voices are still,
 Darkness has come too soon.—

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