twilitten

Till at last on an eve came one / through twilitten ways, / With foam on his beard, and his eyes / yet afire with amaze: […]

1899, W[illiam] G[ershom] C[ollingwood], “The Great Circle”, in Coniston Tales, Ulverston, Lancashire: W[illia]m Holmes, →OCLC, page 13

Not yet the youngest day is born nor the oldest night is sped; / The hidden norns have woven hope through the murky woof of days; / Still the god’s twilitten end is far and the dreadful dream is fled; / Hear thou, great god of the flow’ring world, thy grateful children’s praise!

1918, Herman Scheffauer, “The Sons of Baldur: A Forest Music-Drama”, in Porter Garnett, editor, The Grove Plays of the Bohemian Club, volume I, San Francisco, Calif.: […] [F]or the Bohemian Club at the Press of the H[enry] S[mith] Crocker Company, →OCLC, page 212

From the twitter at dawn / On the twilitten lawn, / Through the hum of the morning, the silence of noon, / To the robin’s last trill / When the others are still, / There are songs without number interpreting June— / Each a poem—and each / Is made prosy by speech!

1920 June 5, Ted Robinson, “Philosopher of Folly”, in Erie C[lark] Hopwood, editor, Cleveland Plain Dealer, 79th year, number 157, Cleveland, Oh.: Plain Dealer Publishing Company, →OCLC, page 8, column 3

Stars of Night, / twilitten blue hued, / black is the sky. / Blue, to them, match the Moon.

2008, Terence Scott, “The Wind that Whispers Crystal Blue”, in Broken Poetry in Abstract Fragmentation, Bloomington, Ind.: AuthorHouse, →ISBN, verse 2, page 32