TwilightThe wan little moon Hangs like a jewel, dainty and rare, And one fair star of palest gold, Gleams and trembles there. Down in the distant valley, Daylight fades away, And now the misty mountains Are cloaked in purple and grey; The dusky shadows darken, And in the waning light, Day gathers her mantle about her And kisses her sister, Night. __Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos. |
Dear Things And Queer Things
Louisa Cooke Don-Carlos
(Lawrence: The World Company. 1934)
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