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This Night By Don Blanding I see a luminescent trail Of powdered star-dust, faint and pale, Across the sky, like moths in flight. A crescent moon of phantom-white Is tangled in the filmy veil. My heart responds with quick delight. I greet the Lady of the Night.
The fairy tree. We had a fairy tree, probably several but one stood out as such, in Llano at Ashling.