Twilight Passes

by Arthur A. Macdonell
Our minds intent upon the festival,
We saw not that the twilight passed away:
Behold, the east proclaims the lord of night
Still hidden by the mountain where he rises,
Even as a maiden by her pale face shows
That in her inmost heart a lover dwells.
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Language: 
English
Author of original: 
King of Thanesar and Kanauj Haravardhana
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Short Poems
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