Wandering

The long September evening dies
In mist along the fields and lanes
Only a few faint stars surprise
The lingering twilight as it wanes.

Night creeps across the darkening vale
On the horizon tree by tree
Fades into shadowy skies as pale
As moonlight on a shadowy sea.

And, down the mist-enfolded lanes,
Grown pensive now with evening,
See, lingering as the twilight wanes,
Lover with lover wandering