The golden day is dying beyond the purple hill.
The lark that sang at morning in dusky wood is still.
And soon above the meadow, the silver moon will swing.
And where the wood is darkest, the whippoorwill will sing.
Hannah, 18, Vermont. Love!
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Queued ^-^ Staying with my friend for a few days. I should be back on Wednesday at some point. I’ll try to get online but I can’t promise.