George Howell-Baker

“ These echoes of dame Earth's profundity;
When nature is silent and awed at her spell,
Man reciprocates with their days' last knell
To gentle blend and silent fall
To dreamlike silence over all,
To beams of light urn'd in the fairest gloom,
Are twilight's soothing obsequies to sun and moon
Bridgend.G. H. Rekab. ”