From a Train

Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 24, 26 December 1930, Page 32

From a Train

| Suddenly, after wastes of wild Grey and sullen brown, We came upon a quiet field Where the sheep lay down-Snow-white sheep on a wet, dark field, With a still tree beyond, _ And the fat bodies of four ducks Ruffling a golden pond. All suddenly, out of the hushed Thick darknesses of night, A carillon of bells we heard In a gleaming flight, « Shaking their rhythm down the sky. In a bright cloud of sound, Like the soft beat of breasting doves _ Over the muffled ground, . And suddenly all else was gone

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