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]




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