OXFORD IK THE MIST.

Auckland Star, Volume LIX, Issue 255, 27 October 1928, Page 9 (Supplement)

OXFORD IK THE MIST.

Look down—Look down— Oμ Oxford town. When autumn woods are ruddy and brown, When autumn fields are gold and dun. And the steely brooks run With a Cash here and there o' the eon. Oxford clasped in a shining mist Of pearl and opal and amethyst— Silrer, lilac and tender bine— With, a golden sun-ray striking through, And spire upon spire In that finger of fire— And turret and tower Soaring higher and higher— And belfry and steeple and delicate dome Thrusting up through the haze And into the blaze, Shapes of sheer beauty, with tints of the foam, Like a city suspended. Built airily-splendid. Of clouds and of rainbows, With ipace for its home, And pinnacles ivory-white. All fretted and frosted with light, A myriad caught Iα the gleam. Now dimmed and now burning With th« sun-ray returning— A mirage—a marvel—a City of Dream. —ISOBEL MAUD PEACOCKS. Auckland.