Electric moons glow On long bent stalks The telegraph wires hum In gentle unseen hands; Circular amber clock faces Brighten like magic above the crowd, And a cool calm alights On the parched slabs of pavement. Beneath the fluttery, beguiling net The misty park grows quiet, And with a smile, evening kisses The eyes of passing courtesans. With the soft sounds of a clavier - The faraway day murmurs... O twilight! Mercy of the world Dawn once again upon me!