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Reading edition
Softly the first step of twilight Falls on the darkening dial, One by one kindle the lights In Mitylene.
Noises are hushed in the courtyard, 5 The busy day is departing, Children are called from their games,— Herds from their grazing.
And from the deep-shadowed angles Comes the soft murmur of lovers, 10 Then through the quiet of dusk Bright sudden laughter.
From the hushed street, through the portal, Where soon my lover will enter, Comes the pure strain of a flute 15 Tender with passion.