OLD AGE.
Again the Spring has come: Each year I think "This surely is the last. I cannot hope to see September rains. Like silver threads against the surging green Of new-plumed -willow trees; I shall not see again the foam or cherry bloom, The shivering beauty of the poplar trees. Against the new-washed skies. For me no other Spring will come on aancTo filf with hope all delicate and airy Swee? primroses, and daffodils, and blossomladen trees. And so I take the memory of these And all Spring's lovely fragrances Into my heart; and keep them there; Next year new life will come into the world. And I shall not be here." And yet— Again the Spring has come. I find that all my aching memories Are ghostly echoes of such things as these. —KUTH HENDERSON, Chrlstcli irch.
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/AS19331021.2.125
Bibliographic details
Auckland Star, Volume LXIV, Issue 249, 21 October 1933, Page 1 (Supplement)
Word Count
139OLD AGE. Auckland Star, Volume LXIV, Issue 249, 21 October 1933, Page 1 (Supplement)
Using This Item
Stuff Ltd is the copyright owner for the Auckland Star. You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons BY-NC-SA 3.0 New Zealand licence. This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of Stuff Ltd. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.
Acknowledgements
This newspaper was digitised in partnership with Auckland Libraries.
Log in