THE FOOL.
In a crowded room. Talking platitudes. With wise-vigaged men, And sharp-minded prudes Is a waste of time To a fool like me. With a dream-stirred heart— Who would rather be On a star lit hill, Near the lilac sky, Sending eerie things hwiftly passing i>y. Listpning to the wind, Maying to the moon. On his silver lute A fantastic tune. How I love to watch A tree's emerald hands Lifted to the sky. My heart understands Trees and star-lit skies, And wind-rhapsodies ; It tinds platitudes Such dull mysteries. Auckland. —IVY GIBB<S.
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Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 77, 31 March 1928, Page 7 (Supplement)
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93THE FOOL. Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 77, 31 March 1928, Page 7 (Supplement)
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