Blue Mountain Sunsets (Words by Henry Lawson)

Now in the west the colours change,

The blue with crimson blending;

Behind the far Dividing Range,

The sun is fast descending.

And mellowed day comes o’er the place,

And softens ragged edges;

The rising moon’s great placid face

Looks gravely o’er the ledges.

Excerpt from The Blue Mountains by Henry Lawson

[Photo: backyard sunset]