THE VOICE.
I lore your voice, It has low murmurs in it Like notes of organs, or of eaverned seas, It brings tie heart's ear for one magic minute The croon of -wood doves high in rocking trees. ■ I love your laugh, There is no other laughter That in such sudden- gush of muMc swells, Leaving the charmed ear to echo after As to the beat of distant, golden bells. But most of all The spell of you lies on me— All. the pent beauty of the -wistful spring Breaks in 'a sudden brightness full ipon me— I walk in sunlit woodlands when you sing. —D. PBICB. .Whaagardj __ *
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Auckland Star, Volume LXI, Issue 217, 13 September 1930, Page 1 (Supplement)
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108THE VOICE. Auckland Star, Volume LXI, Issue 217, 13 September 1930, Page 1 (Supplement)
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