Hilda Conkling

Evening

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Now it is dusky,
And the hermit thrush and the black and white warbler
are singing and answering together.
There is sweetness in the tree,
and fireflies are counting the leaves.
I like this country,
I like the way it has,
but I cannot forget my dream I had of the sea,
the gulls swinging and calling,
and the foamy towers of the waves.

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