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The sun has sunk in the crimson west,
And "around the languid eyes of day"
The Twilight's dreamy shadows rest
And light and shade alternate play;
The winds are hushed, nor leaf nor flower
Is swayed with motion by their power.
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The fireflies with meteor lamps
Arise from out the dewy lawn,
And there the elfin cricket chants
His vespers when the day is gone,
And far above, the sky's coquette
With all her starry train is met.
This poem is in the public domain.
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George W. Doneghy (1848 - 1917) was born in, and lived his entire life, in Danville, Kentucky. He was a printer for many years, then switched careers and became a newspaper editor. George's work was widely published in newspapers and magazines during his lifetime and he wrote at least one book, The Old Hanging Fork and Other Verses (1897).
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Anastasia:
Such delicious word-pictures! Thank you, Jayne!
Posted 07/02/2021 07:39 PM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
The images are exquisite: crimson west, languid eyes, dreamy shadows, meteor lamps, dewy lawn, cricket chants, starry train.
Posted 06/28/2021 11:48 AM
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paradea:
Beautiful
Posted 06/28/2021 10:13 AM
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KevinArnold:
Why did modern poetry abandon rhyme again?
Posted 06/28/2021 09:40 AM
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michael escoubas:
Exquiste meter and rhyme combo . . . neat discovery, Jayne.
Posted 06/28/2021 08:21 AM
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Janet Leahy:
George Doneghy brings a reverence to twilight,
even the crickets chant vespers, I'll remember that line when I hear them on my evening walks.
Posted 06/28/2021 06:11 AM
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