When Milking-time is Done
When milking-time is done, and over all This quiet Canadian inland forest home And wide rough pasture-lots the shadows come, And dews, with peace and twilight voices, fall, From moss-cooled watering-trough to foddered stall The tired plough-horses turn, —t-hc barnyard loam Soft to their,feet,, —and in the sky’s pale dome Liko resonant chords the swooping night-jars call. The frogs, cool-fluting ministers of dream, Make shrill the slow brook’s borders; pasture bars Down clatter, and the cattle wander through,— Vague shapes among the thickets; gleam by gleam Above the wet grey wilds emerge the stars, And through the dusk the farmstead fades from view. —Charles G. D. Roberts.
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Manawatu Times, Volume LV, Issue 6841, 23 April 1932, Page 2
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111When Milking-time is Done Manawatu Times, Volume LV, Issue 6841, 23 April 1932, Page 2
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