WHEN LEAVES DEPART.
1 love to sec, when leaves depart, The clean anatomy arrive, Winter, the, paragon of art, That kills all forms of life and feeling Save what is pure and will survive.
Already now the clanging chains Of geese are harnessed to the moon, Stripped arc tho great sun-clouding planes, And the black pities, their own revealing, Let in the needles of tho moon.
Strained by the gale the olives whiten Liko hoary wrestlers spent with toil And, with the vines, their branches lighten To brim our vats where summer lingers In the red froth and golden oil.
Soon on our hearth's reviving pvre Their rotted stems will crumble up, And like a ruby panting fire The grape will redden on your fingers Through the lit crystal of tho cup. —Roy Campbell in The New Statesman,
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 20538, 12 April 1930, Page 8 (Supplement)
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