Poem for November

NOVEMBER Twilight is the title of this poem by M Stephen, which appeared in the local Gallovidian Annual in 1933. I sit in my firelight room, In the dancing shadows’ gloom; Walls flecked with a rosy light As the elder logs consume! A picture illumes, where I look and tis evening there, And the grey French twilight falls Upon peasants engrossed in prayer! Then another - O far away, Happy islet of Brittany! Where ‘neath summer skies, there shine Bright sails in a sunlit bay. Now I look my treasures through- A jug of old pearly hue, A lamp and in inlaid box, And a china figure or two. Outside, the November wind Blows wild, since the day declined; But I rest here in the peace- With a dream and a tranquil mind.