VAGRANT VERSE
TWILIGHT. Brooding pink on the rim of a lake of pearl, Tender sky, slowly your soft clouds furl Over the hill, while two birds at vespers sing, And the treetops take hands and guard in a silhouette ring My silent world. Brood, sweet sky; and sing, sleepy thrushes, sing! Letting your flute notes fall and linger afar. Till out on the fading rose arises the silver light Of the first white star. —Rita Berman.
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Southland Times, Issue 19461, 28 January 1925, Page 6
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76VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19461, 28 January 1925, Page 6
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