THE WIND ELF.
Last night the warm wind from the north; Camo sweeping, tearing round; In fierce and savage gusts it flew, Then rolled along the ground. The thin wind elves with flying hair, With shrieks both loud and long; In maddest race that ere was seen Hunt, an elusive throng. Around tho house, and round again, In queer, exciting chase; Striving so hard each to be The foremost in the race. While listening to their voices shrill, Without my bolted door; One elf came in my window wide, And slid along tho floor. 1 thought to catch tho tiny thing, So turned my bright light on; But when 1 stooped to pick it up, The little elf had gone. —C. Wilson. 111111 f 1111111111 i 111111 i 11111111111111 (IIII! i 111! 111
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVI, Issue 20235, 20 April 1929, Page 4 (Supplement)
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133THE WIND ELF. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVI, Issue 20235, 20 April 1929, Page 4 (Supplement)
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