Evenglome

They are like men who have lived always in broad day—who have never seen evenglome or moonlight.

It was the pleasing summer time. When winds were soft as rose or rhyme, And, in the soothing evenglome, The windows of an English home, Open at dusk, let odours in Of lily and early jessamine, And mignonette, and linden flowers, Late-lingering in their leafy bowers :[…]

To the tired traveller, in the evenglome, The long way wended, welcome is the inn, Though narrow be the house and cold the bed, At least thou shalt sleep well among thy kin. The innumerous generations of the dead.

IN THE DUSK of the evenglome, Darric Boarson and four archers of his free company rode to the edge of Bellesmane Wood.

Occasionally at evenglome one of the Gillie Girls would come and sit on a Rock offshore and sing to me by the light of the lilly-lows, accompanying herself on her long golden hair, which should not have sorted very well with her scaly green skin but somehow did.