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River Sunset by Kathleen Dalziel

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Poplars stand with their feet in the water.
   Willows dip to the current cold.
Each as it were a king's proud daughter
   Ruffling autumn's green and gold.

Autumn that paints, in her matchless manner,
   Cloudy battlements red as blood, 
Red is the sunset's royal banner,
   Red is the river's marching flood.

Her late swallows go hunting, hawking.
   There in the reeds a last bee drones. 
Silence now, save the river talking
   Quietly to the quartz and stones. 

Pomp and pageant of colour ended,
   Gathering grey and violet.
High above evening hills suspended,
   One small planet in twilight's net.

Out of the east the night comes walking,
   Dusk and silence a vigil keep,
Only the waters, talking, talking.
   And all the rest of the world asleep.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 5 March 1938

Author reference site: Austlit

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Au Revoir by Edith Beckett

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Red, red wine is the western sky,  
   Dripped from the chaliced moon;
Thistly meadows on hilltops lie,
   Fallen in silver swoon.
Ever the scarlet sun dips down,
   Foot by foot from the misted town.

Dewtime comes with its spangled gems  
   Showered in gleaming crowds;
Night prepares all her diadems,
   Culled 'neath the twilight clouds.
Ever the sun dips down, dips down --
   "Good-night, friend," says the misted town.

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 27 October 1934 

Author: nothing is known about the author of this poem.

Author reference site: Austlit

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