By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 20, 2015 Longing By Helene MacArthur Here in the West when the sunSinks down behind the purpling hills,And the twilight creepsUp the eastern steepsAnd all grows calm and still,Love’s golden star’Bove the sunset barShines clear through the tender blue.Then my heart awakes with a thrill and takesMe away, dear heart, to you. (1921) ...
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