Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)

Dusk

Her feet along the dewy hills
    Are lighter than blown thistledown;
She bears the glamour of one star
    Upon her violet crown

With her soft touch of mothering,
    How soothing to the sense she seems!
She holds within her gentle hand
    The quiet gift of dreams.

1. The Speech of the Sea
2. A Sailor Amid the Hills
3. Night by the Sea
4. Rahinane
5. The Wind of Mourne

George Russell (Джордж Расселл) Dusk ("DUSK wraps the village in its dim caress")

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