NEW ZEALAND VERSE.
BHEEPFOLD. This would I give thee to-night, Ere thine eyes seek sleep— Down from snow-grass to tussock The strong wing's sweep; Kea's wing, sharp and stubborn., Ranging the valley, Where the plumed spears of the tol-toi Meet at riverheads' rally; Peaks of a thousand snows White in their waiting, T.oose in the bed of torrents High boulders grating; No scent softer or finer Than the Mack smell of earth; No cry clearer or kinder Than ewe crying on birth'; No hue less sullen Than the burning gorse-petal—• Sky, wing and sheepfold Sculptured pi metal. ■—Bobin-UyJ®"—
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Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 193, 15 August 1936, Page 1
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98NEW ZEALAND VERSE. Auckland Star, Volume LXVII, Issue 193, 15 August 1936, Page 1
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