In The Gloaming

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In The Gloaming

The twilight twiles in the vernal vale,
     In adumbration of azure awe,
And I listlessly list in my swallow-tail
     To the limpet licking his limber jaw.
And it's O for the sound of the daffodil,
     For the dry distillings of prawn and prout,
When hope hops high and a heather hill
     Is a dear delight and a darksome doubt.
The snagwap sits in the bosky brae
     And sings to the gumplet in accents sweet;
The gibwink hasn't a word to say,
     But pensively smiles at the fair keeweet.

And it's O for the jungles of Boorabul.
     For the jingling jungles to jangle in,
With a moony maze of mellado mull,
     And a protoplasm for next of kin.
O, sweet is the note of the shagreen shard
     And mellow the mew of the mastodon,
When the soboliferous Somminard
     Is scenting the shadows at set of sun.
And it's O for the timorous tamarind
     In the murky meadows of Mariboo,
For the suave sirocco of Sazerkind,
     And the pimpernell pellets of Pangipoo.

James C. Bayles