A Quiet Corner
TO-DAY This day I meant to be a perfect day. Early I rose. The sun was climbing up Behind the church's spire, and all the cup / .Of heaven was painted blue, melting to grey Toward the circling rim. Beneath me lay The city's houses, comatose and sti'l, Only among the tussocks on the hill The wind made airy music, faintly gay. Then visitors arrived unbidden. Hour On precious hour was spent in empty, light 'And worthless conversation. In dismay I watched the afternoon wilt like a flower. And now is dead within the maw of might The day I meant to be a perfect day. —Christine Comber, Sydney
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21882, 18 August 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
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111A Quiet Corner New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXI, Issue 21882, 18 August 1934, Page 6 (Supplement)
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