Boston Common at Twilight (Frederick Childe Hassam)
In the fading distance, he walks the avenue,
People passing by him With many things to do.
Yet he travels slowly, With nowhere to go,
In the fading distance In the fallen snow.
He walks alone, Nobody noticing, almost disappearing, Between the day and night, He walks in twilight.
And the children feed sparrows, And mother guides their way,
And others, with companions, They talk of the day,
And the lamps light one by one, And the trolleys rumble and sway,
And others, with companions, They talk of the day.
He walks alone,
Nobody noticing, almost disappearing,
Between the day and night,
He walks in twilight.
In the fading distance, he wanders, and he sees
How the sun glows softly on dark and barren trees,
And he thinks back to old times, the days of hurried care,
And he takes a deep breath of the clear winter air.
He walks alone,
Nobody noticing, almost disappearing
Between the day and night
He dreams in twilight.
©2011 Ajemian and Newcomb
