To Annie

A poem by James Whitcomb Riley

When the lids of dusk are falling
O'er the dreamy eyes of day,
And the whippoorwills are calling,
And the lesson laid away, -
May Mem'ry soft and tender
As the prelude of the night,
Bend over you and render
As tranquil a delight.

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