THE SINGER
*‘You always sing of the sea,” they chided; **of rolling billows aftd crawling foam; — Of flying ships, and the men who sail t£eyi; Of the gypsv hearts that were born to roam. Sing us a song of the bush, green meadows— Of dowers, and birds and of sunset Of the purple shadows of cloistered spaces— These are themes for a poet’s lyrel’t
I made them a sonnet of pleasant places Under a lapis-lazuli sky, .Where fountains chimed with the silvery laughter, As Wealth and beauty and Pomp went by; *Twa* a scintillant thing of polished phrases, Shaped to the mould of their curving lips; . * I loft them mouthing it’s silken measures And hurried back to the sea and the ships I —Marion L. Jackson.
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XIX, Issue 64, 2 March 1929, Page 9
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126THE SINGER Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XIX, Issue 64, 2 March 1929, Page 9
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