TWILIGHT
A little bird chirps softly, the air is calm and sweet. The golden sun has dipped beyond the rim. Of the distant horizon, and the hour when day is best, • Has come, and all the world is cool and dim. A little breeze is murmuring, the evening star gleams pale, A jewel in that wide expanse of blue. The trees stand silhouetted against the darkening sky. And underfoot the ground is moist with dew. The long hot day is ended, the sun has gone to rest. The crickets from the shrubs begin to call . . . Oh, of all the hours of night or day, I think I like the best. The hour before the night's first shadows fall. —Red Star (Jean Mclndoe, aged 12).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 113, 3 August 1927, Page 11
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124TWILIGHT Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 113, 3 August 1927, Page 11
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