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Show EVENING Outlined above the hills is traced Each branch and twig against the sky. A sketch in umber quaintly laced; In drifts the fallen dead leaves lie. A crow, tree-perched within a field, Soars upward with a rasping caw; A squirrel peeps from where, concealed, con-cealed, He guards his store with self-taught self-taught law. The clouds faint lavender drift low, The moon, just visible, dips where M She seems a frost-like silver bow M With which Queen Night might H deck her hair. M And such a hush is over all; M It is as full of sound as speech, H As if unseen the ghosts would call M And our dim earth sense try to M reach. M Footpaths show yellow in the night; M The long road winding on and on M Might be a ribbon comes the night M With shadows falling, sinks the sun. M Kansas City Journal. |