EVENING
(Selected) Solt darkness steals from vale to hill. The sun sinks slowly toward the west, The birds that sang all day are still, While over dew-wet fields, rooks seek v their rest. Moon-rise will not be yet; but there Enmeshed in yonder cloudy bar. Like a clear jewel in a maiden’s hair, Shines the faint silver of the Shepherd’s Star. —Sent in by Barbara Kerr, Appleby.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 78, 26 November 1943, Page 3
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67EVENING Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 78, 26 November 1943, Page 3
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