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Silently, night that I love, you creep across the hills, And westward drive the dying ghosts of light. , Your host of shadows circles you around; soft spills The dew of silence through the scented night ; And yet mysterious music fille the air, . Faint whisperings of sound are everywhere. Tenderly, with a low Ult in hig quaint quiet croon, The west wind stoops to kiss the upturned flowers, Then wanders onward, wistfully, alone. The moon, A gay gold crescent, dances with the hours, The happy hours, star-spangled, kissed with dew; Beloved hours of night, I love you too. ~ Beloved! *Tis a word made purposely for you Who wait me in this fair retreat of fowers; For you, whose face is fashion’d out of dreams! I knew That I should find you here... Like April’s . showers Is the faint fragrance of your hair... Hach tree And flower leans near to hear... , Each star stoops low to see! ©
Betty
K.
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Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 43, 9 May 1930, Page 22
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159A Fragment Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 43, 9 May 1930, Page 22
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