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Show Valley Dusk (By Mirla Houcheiu The low blue hills are far away, And versatile the cloud-shapes, trey That move above them. Often I. Their careless scallops hi the sky. Trace abng until I know The pattern well. There is n glow To westward for the mellow sun Has d;ed a tawny scraf and flung It to the sky. O slim tlrd be"-Loquacious be"-Loquacious In your branches! See The sliver stars are c-mlng through A sky that Is no lonser blue. For dusk that bridges night and day Is leaving shadows, cool and grey, in every cranny: Slim bird call A pa en ti the darkness. All That smoldered in the west is low. And quiet winds begin a slow Meandering among the trees. But day is gone. To me she leaves Tills quiet valley bounded by The distant hills. They meet the sky In careless scallops that I know- -Though it 1 dark- -Just how they go. |