POETRY
NIGHT. . (Marie Andersen.) Night comes down with a quiet grace, Transforming the earth to a mystic place, Touching the hills with an idle hand, And spreading her shadows all around. Slowly at first she creeps and creeps, Then faster and faster until she sweeps Her velvet mantle over all the land With a gesture that’s gracious, proud, and grandThen when she has banished the faintest ray Of all that was left of a golden day She lights her lamps that we may see The glory of all her mystery— For that which was cold and stark . by day May be born anew in the moon’s bright ray, And there in the starlight’s witchery Who knows what beauty we may see ?
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Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 58, Issue 4194, 9 June 1939, Page 2
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121POETRY Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 58, Issue 4194, 9 June 1939, Page 2
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