Music At TwilightThe spires and domes loomed black against the pale gold sky, Wherein the little moon smiled an adieu to day. A trill- a faint, sweet thrill of song, Some minor chords, a plaintive air, And then the music died away, The western glow went out and night was there. __Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos. |
Dear Things And Queer Things
Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos
(Lawrence: The World Company. 1934)
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