Some for the sadness and sweetness of far evening bells,
Seeming to call a tryst,
Yet, for my choice, all the comfort and kindness that wells
From lights through the mist.
In the dim dusk so unreal that it seems like a dream
Hard for the heart to resist,
Mellowing the pain of the close-drawing darkness, they stream,
Lights through the mist.
Blurred to new beauty, the blues and the browns and the grays
Shimmer with soft amethyst;
Then God’s own glory of gold as it shines through the haze,
Lights through the mist!
_Century_ _William Rose Benét_