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Sometimes . . . after the rain. When the light is wandering On the maples, and stealing along the lane. There are voices that thrill through the twilight. Lured by the night’s caress, Swinging of dreams and shadows, Breathing forgetfulness . . .
Sometimes . . . after the rain, When the leaves are drip-dropping
The silence, there is a song whose strain Elysian drifts through the still air. And down the dim forest ways, In dreaming tender notes, there lifts A prayer ...
Sometimes . . . after the rain, In the hush following through the night. Star-silvered, creep curious Bright-eyed things, merging to dusk again; And on the dim forest floor there steals A ghostly radiance, filling the misty air With golden pools, as though a choir Of angels had been resting there.
Harvest Moon (Alma Chamberlain),
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 854, 24 December 1929, Page 5
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