ON THE VERANDA.
Now Dusk, the great grey moth, has spread his wings; Now tho black trees, outlined againstthe sky, Take on strange gargoyle shapes; the mystery Of darkness shrouds all .happy daylight things.
Now the strange children of the night awake; Through, the still air the witch-winged bats go flying, We hear the lone owl in the far woods crying; The grev-greeu aspens whisper to tho lake.
The evening winds' quick silver-winged feetLike fallen restless stars, tho boughs among Go twinkling; ...
The trees that edge the water round about Show clear and steadfast in the stilly pool: And we. watching the glassy depths and cool, See, one by one. the friendly stars com© mit. —la n tho .lerrold, in the Glasgow "Herald."
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 11670, 10 April 1916, Page 4
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123ON THE VERANDA. Star (Christchurch), Issue 11670, 10 April 1916, Page 4
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