Forenoon
Soft as the whisper shut within a shell, The far breezes rustle along the sand, A tiny breeze, blown wanton from -, the land, . ... Teases it into dimples visible; A dream of blue,, the Fife hills sink : and swell'; . . The large light quivers, and from - strand to strand " A vast content seems, breathing, to expand; v . And the deep heaven smiles down a sleepy spell. Dark bathers bob; the girders of . the pier ; ,, ' ~, .. .... ; Stand;, softened forth against the quiet blue; Dogs bark; the wading children take their pleasure; A horse comes charging round, and I can hear The gallop’s wild waltz—rhythm, falling through, Change to the trot’s deliberate ’ polka-measure. —W. E. Henley, in “A Book of Verse. ’ ’
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Manawatu Times, Volume LIII, Issue 6668, 23 July 1928, Page 11
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117Forenoon Manawatu Times, Volume LIII, Issue 6668, 23 July 1928, Page 11
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