Oh! the splendid delight in the heart of the vale, Where the blossoms are swaying with the soft evening gale; It’s a treasure to wander where the wild things are free, In the dance of the sunlight through arbour and tree.

There’s a magic in twilight that the stars softly scribe, And the shadows embrace as they gather and vibe, For the night wears a mantle of dreams and of rest, And the world wanders softly at nature’s behest.

• C J Dennis