Born of a common parent, sister-twins,
All through the day they journey, face to face,
To kiss in their accustomed greeting-place,
Where mid long shades, in silence, health reclines!
Grey dews are in their locks, and silver lines
Of gossamer their dripping sandals lace!
Half drowsy buds do either’s bosom grace,
And on their foreheads, lo! the same star shines!
But though one come from East, and one from
Each sends the forest creature to his food,
Stirs song, sets wings a-sailing in the wood,
And finds the Linnet sleeping on her nest!
Men know not which is fairer; but they call
One, Early Morn,—the other, Even-fall!

(A Book of Bristol Sonnets, p. 69)