In Tibet
Just before the rain came down Gently on the black-walled town, While the peaks were veiled in
cloud, Laughed the waterfalls aloud. Hanging in a silvery shroud.
Bent the carter in his power. To retrieve a pale blue flower. Basalt cliffs the stream; And he whispered love —a dream — By the water’s angry gleam.
Children played at hide-and-seek, Beggars ate their rice and leek; Mongrel curs, in springtime chill, Hugged the doorstep on the hill, Gathered, warmth in sunshine stilL
Aged ones with faggot-loads Chattered hy the rock-strewn
roads; Flutes went skirling through the
town, . And the high peaks wore a frown, Just before the rain came down. —Will B. Thompson.
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Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6843, 22 February 1929, Page 11
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113In Tibet Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6843, 22 February 1929, Page 11
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