Pomona dances among the apple trees Light-footed through the glowing amber light; At dusk, kissed by the last rain-drops, the breeze Begins to sigh, and falls, to sleep the night.
And then pale Cynthia, in silver crowned, Rises to breathe upon each leaf and flower Her sacred mists, softly and softly around, And blesses dreams through many a silent hour.
Bold Helios will wake the sleeping east And laugh away the magic of the dark; He sets out daylight as a merry feast And measures out his work with compass and arc
But later, them, for sweet Pomona’s play Now celebrates the golden end of day.
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Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.