Fern Conger Palleson

(Bakersfield, California, USA)

The Best

When the shadows stretch to eastward,
Their long slimfingered threads,
And the golden flecks of sunlight,
Softly steal away from sight,
'Tis then the hour when soft bird songs,
Doth please the human heart.
And peace comes singing
Her lullaby of the night.
As the roses darken with the shadows

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