AFTER THE STORM
Away to the north the storm clouds roll, And their winged flight is swift; While clear in the bright and sunny blue Is floating an airy drift.
One cloud alone, and the setting sun, Paints it with pink and gold; As gently it hangs in the clear blue sky, , That arches both valley and fold.
The colours blend with those of the sky, Along the horizon’s verge; Grey and gold and rosy pink, Slowly and softly merge.
Merge, then are gone with the fading light, And the pale sky deepens fast; And one by one the stars peep out, And smile, for the storm is past. —Original, by “Venus,” Levin (aged 13 years).
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Dominion, Volume 24, Issue 144, 14 March 1931, Page 21
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116AFTER THE STORM Dominion, Volume 24, Issue 144, 14 March 1931, Page 21
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