And then there is the gen
tle slide into the gloaming, accompanied by the melancholy of the mauve evening light and cool breezes whisping in on-shore.

In the gloaming, oh my darling / When the lights are soft and low / And the quiet shadows falling / Softly come and softly go / When the trees are sobbing gently / With a ...gentle unknown woe / Will you think of me and love me / As you did once, long ago?