html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }When twilight hours are fading
In deeper shades of night,
Where stars o'er earth are shedding
Soft rays of silver light,
My thoughts afar are wandering,
Beyond the mountains high,
That proudly stretch their lofty peaks
Toward yonder western sky.
When o'er the earth are breaking
The gentle morning hours,
And birds are sweetly singing
Amid their leafy bowers,
Again my thoughts on waking
Fly, darling, right to thee,
Away across the mountains
Where I would gladly be.
Autumn, 1866.