Night comes, a Madonna clad in scented blue.
Rose red her mouth and deep her eyes,
She lights her stars, and turns to where,
Beneath her silver lamp the moon,
Upon a coach of shadow lies
A dreamy child,
The wearied day.
-lyrics from Louise C. Wallace’s poem
Piano - Ann Newton Vaughen
Performed live on WFMT 04/28/21
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jsvaughen
james.vaughen
22 сен 2024
