STORY-LAND.
Half buried she sits in the big arm
chair, But I mean that her thoughts are otherwhere; Some story-book, like a magic wand, Has carried her far into Fairy-land. And now she is wandering underground Thro’ the jewelled trees that Aladdin found; Or wondering, would it have been her duty To have wedded that, dreadful Beast, like Beauty? Or haply she hears the wind and rain Beat at the .cottage window-pane, While dear Undine, in new delight, Sits at the feet of the stranger knight. Or she watches, down the perilous cord. The captive maid escape from ward And flit through the daisies dewy-wet. That were dark by the feet of Nicolettc. Chide not the maiden who loves to stray Awhile from the world of every-day, And wander in lands of wilder flowers, And gets less matter-of-fact than ours! There lies but a gauzy veil between The world of sense and the world unseen; * And blest are the eyes when the viewless veil Can be rent by the spell of a Fairy tale.
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Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 21 May 1927, Page 18
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174STORY-LAND. Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 21 May 1927, Page 18
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