The Way to Shadowtown.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXX, Issue VII, 14 February 1903, Page 476

The Way to Shadowtown.

Sway to and fro in the twilight grey, This is the ferry for Shadowtown. It always sails at the end of day. Just as the darkness closes dawn. Rest, little head, on my shoulder—so; A sleepy kiss is the only fare. Drifting away from the world we go, Baby and 1 in the rocking chair. Sv*, whore the fire logs glow and spark, Glitter the lights of the Shadowland. The raining drops on the window—hark: Are ripples lapping upon its strand. There, where the mirror Is glancing dim. A lake lies shimmering, cool, and still; Blossoms are wavering o’er its brim— Those over there on the window sill. Book slow, more slow in the dusky light, Silently lower the anchor down. Dear little passenger, say “Good-night,” Wo’ve reached the harbour of Shadowtown.