Explore "Twin Lake. In the Wayne Highlands" by Irving Sidney Dix on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The shadows fall on Twin Lake fair / As crimson sets the Autumn sun; / A holy hush is on the air / Of eventide and day is done.
No zephyrs kiss the little lake; / So still and calm is either shore, / That on her face dim shadows wake / And deepen ever more and more.