Flower of the Dusk
                                                            
                                    
                                            Myrtle Reed 
                                    
                                
                            9781465548528
                                1 pages
                            Library of Alexandria
                            
                            
                                
                         
                        
                                
Overview
                                A Maker of Songs Sunset The pines, darkly purple, towered against the sunset. Behind the hills, the splendid tapestry glowed and flamed, sending far messages of light to the grey East, where lay the sea, crooning itself to sleep. Bare boughs dripped rain upon the sodden earth, where the dead leaves had so long been hidden by the snow. The thousand sounds and scents of Spring at last had waked the world. The man who stood near the edge of the cliff, quite alone, and carefully feeling the ground before him with his cane, had chosen to face the valley and dream of the glory that, perchance, trailed down in living light from some vast loom of God’s. His massive head was thrown back, as though he listened, with a secret sense, for music denied to those who see. Joyful Memories