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. The Mist and the Sea
2. Night Song by the Sea
3. The Way of the Cross
4. The Wind of Mourne
5. The Hunter

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

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