Evanston Township High School - Key Yearbook (Evanston, IL)

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Twenty-six TWILIGHT MOODS QA SONNET SEQUENCE, THE INTERIM How brief and still this span of twilight seems To come between the long hard day and night! How very calm and sweet this short delight That lends its charm and beauty to my dreams! Far in the west where day's last radiance gleams A bird wings back to earth in gradual flight, A solemn peace comes with the lovely sight, And in the darkening sky a white moon beams. This is the interim: in all the day There is no other hour so sweetly still. Just once a bird calls out his farewell notes- Just once before the rosy gloom grows gray. My heart drinks in the beauty to its fill, Then past the moorfs pale face a dark cloud floats. SPRING O world of youthful dreams, high hopes, and song, Be still a moment now-be hushed and still, And watch the sun descend that distant hill That stands above earth's glory. Hush! prolong The beauty of this hour or do a wrong To day and night, for both have had a will In forming twilight, their power and utmost skill Alone could make this perfect peace so strong. Now as the wings of loveliness unfold The slender moon and evening star appear, Low in the west the sky is rose and gold And highest heaven is luminous and clear. This is a time possessed of charms untold- It is the youth and bloom of all the year. SUMMER The end of day is like a peaceful prayer That swells in quiet moments from a heart Whose loveliness is somehow kept apart From thoughts that are not purified and fair. Serenity is in the very air Through which the friendly flitting fireflies dart While low sweet insect murmurs stop and start And pierce a calm that is too great to bear. The sun goes down in radiant golden light, Then like a memory it comes again I-n amber afterglow as still and bright As dawn, but day has struggled thus in vain Before the purple shadows of the night, And soon the gloom and peace alone remain.

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BOYS' BAND ORCHESTRA

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AUTUMN My darkening room is very still, and I Am wrapped in silent thought, I do not know What spell attends this vivid red gold glow That like a benediction fills the sky, But now I sense what it must be to dieg And memories of dreams that will not go Come back to haunt the autumn dusk and show Me once again the lovely days gone by. This twilight hour is heavy with old joys And happy in the pleasures of todayg Its beauty by some tender strength destroys The pain of day that steals night's peace away. And yet I know the power this hour employs Is fleeting, and its glory cannot stay. WINTER Alone I walk the path that winter's hand I-Ias left bereft of verdant living thingsg A chill wind stirs the drifted snow and stings These cheeks that summer,s gentler breeze has fanned. For hours in loneliness my eyes have scanned The cheerless landscape, and my quick breath sings A tune whose lilting joyance somehow brings Me peace from fears that form a troubled band. At once the crimson sun descends the brink Beyond the snow-swept prairies in the westg The glory gives me greater power to think And strength to go my way with new found zest, As day's soft twilight glow now forms a link That locks the earth in darkness-peace-and rest. TWILIGHT All things that live sometime have need of rest, And twilight is the time before that needg It is the hour that finds the spirit freed And leaves the soul with thoughts it loves the best. It is the world against a glowing west- A glory that the basest heart must heed, And it has proved its powers to succeed In bringing peace, which is day's last behest. Or twilight is the time that may recall Dead dreams that are but shadows in the mind And with the night will fade from view again. It claims distinct relationship with all That yet may come or has been left behind- And thus it mingles deepest joy with pain. Tiwenty-seven