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The Quiet Corner

RIVER PIECE The lazy tongue of the river licks The joft brown mud along its side, And numberless jelly-fish limply float Down with the changing tide. Long shadows crouch behind the trees And creep like foot-pads through the grass; Ooer the brow of the western hills The ghosts of twilight pass. Here where all noise is stilled 1 stand Close to life's knees and crave this boon— That time mock not the vows we made Last night beneath the moon. —Christine Comber. Sydney.

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22350, 22 February 1936, Page 32 (Supplement)

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The Quiet Corner New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22350, 22 February 1936, Page 32 (Supplement)

The Quiet Corner New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXIII, Issue 22350, 22 February 1936, Page 32 (Supplement)