Archive for April 6th, 2012

Friday, 6 April 2012

Dusk by C J Dennis

Now is the healing, quiet hour that fills
   This gay, green world with peace and grateful rest.
Where lately over opalescent hills
   The blood of slain Day reddened all the west,
   Now comes at Night’s behest,
A glow that over all the forest spills,
As with the gold of promised daffodils.
   Of all hours this is best.

It is time for thoughts of holy things,
   Of half-forgotten friends and one’s own folk.
O’er all, the garden-scented sweetness clings
   To mingle with the wood fire’s drifting smoke.
   A bull-frog’s startled croak
Sounds from the gully where the last bird sings
His laggard vesper hymn, with folded wings;
   And night spreads forth her cloak.

Keeping their vigil where the great range yearns,
   Like rigid sentries stand the wise old gums.
On blundering wings a night-moth wheels and turns
   And lumbers on, mingling its drowsy hums
   With that far roll of drums,
Where the swift creek goes tumbling amidst the ferns…
Now, as the first star in the zenith burns,
   The dear, soft darkness comes.

From: http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/denniscj/singinggarden/dusk.html

Date: 1931

By: C J Dennis (1876-1938)

Alternative Title: In A Forest Garden