[Written for the Sentinel.]

A SCOTCH SUNSET

The day is waning! See, afar,Night's herald trims her peaceful light;As dew there falls on vale and heightThe silence of the evening star.

Behold! The purple mountains dream!Entranced the darkling moorland lies,But magic from the flaming skiesSets burn and somber loch agleam.

November 23, 1907
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