Twilight soft mantling
The dusky trees,
And scents, acanthus, spiced, and rose
The little breeze
Flings through the garden close,
And through the pearly dusk draws nigh
A milk-white peacock
With its wailing cry,
The ghost of some frail long dead queen
Tryst keeping in this garden green.
__Louisa Cooke Don Carlos.
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)