EVENING IN DAKOTA

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EVENING IN DAKOTA by Sam Clover

The breeze dies down,
The air is fresh and fragrant. The budding trees
Exhausted by the long unbroken pressure,
Uplift their drooping leaves and drink the dew
Which gives them nourishment and sustenance.

The boisterous wind
Is stilled at last, as though worn out
By its own turbulence. The flagging heart revives;
The tensioned nerves relax their rigorous strain,
Easing the fevered brow and throbbing pulse.

The placid stars
In far-off azure heights, peep shyly out
And to the tired eyes bring soothing sleep.
A sense of rest pervades the atmosphere—
Nature seems hushed in quiet thankfulness.