TREES
Original, by GAY GARLAND 14) I think that I shall never see, A poem lovely as a tree. What a fitting description is this, for in any tree, however it may differ from any other, there is present some subtle beauty which seems to satisfy the inner eye. Whether it is the misty veil of the weeping willow as its first tender leaves appear in spring, the
brilliant scarlet of the rata blossoms against a dark curtain of foliage, the tremulous beauty of the delicate srlver birch, the tall dignity of the 'whispering poplars, the gold and purple splendour of the larch in autumn, the slender tips of a sombre pine tree outlined against the azure sky, or the delicate tracery of an oak in winter, the sight of a tree never fails to bring a new gladness to the heart of the person who beholds it.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23601, 9 March 1940, Page 3 (Supplement)
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148TREES New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVII, Issue 23601, 9 March 1940, Page 3 (Supplement)
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