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.
