Poem by Clinton Scollard

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. Poppies at Monasteraven
2. Tyrconnell
3. The Lilac Sea
4. The Speech of the Sea
5. The Cripple

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

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