The sunset faded; the trees withdrew.

The wind went by, but dropped no hint in my ear.

The evening star leaped out between the clouds, and sealed the secret with a seal of splendor.
A favorite resort of mine, after dark, was the South Boston Bridge, across South Bay and the Old Colony Railroad.

This was so near home that I could go there at any time when the confusion in the house drove me out, or I felt the need of fresh air.

I liked to stand leaning on the bridge railing, and look down on the dim tangle of railroad tracks below.