THE ROOM.
Night creeps into the grey and blue room, Patting with dusky hands a vase, a shelf, a chair, The fluttering hands darken the mirror's gleam, Nervous at first, then daring hands are laid On cushions, books, and flowers— for no one's there. Into the darkened room tiptoes the moon, And tints the shadows with a silver hand, The walls are silver, silver shines the floor, And silver gleam the roses in a bowl Of silver water on a silver stand. And no one is awake, and yet some things Can fill the room with personality— . Rose petals dropping on the tablecloth, The scent from a forgotten handkerchief, And blue-grey curtains swaying silently. .."'•., , — Christine Comber. Auckland.
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Auckland Star, Volume LXII, Issue 102, 2 May 1931, Page 1 (Supplement)
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117THE ROOM. Auckland Star, Volume LXII, Issue 102, 2 May 1931, Page 1 (Supplement)
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