The Black Swans 



vards, when the electric lights are on, 

 there will be little use trying to visit 

 even with the Big Dipper itself, saying 

 nothing about Cassiopeia. And so I 

 pass out into the open beyond the gate- 

 way through the hedge. Low in the 

 east old Orion is rising. Andromeda 

 is glowing over-head and in the west 

 my steel-blue favorite Vega! Stars 

 of the quiet autumn night! Change- 

 less and steadfast as thy fires shall be 

 my love for dear old Dumbiedykes and 

 all its treasured memories. 



