DESIRE

New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 11932, 12 September 1924, Page 4

DESIRE

Yonder sleeps the heather on the hillside Yonder treads the wind adown the lee. And the leaves are all assaying and tbs Pipes of Pan are playing. And they’re calling to the heart d m, Silver in the moonlight shines tho highthe blackberry hedges sleep. And the long green fields stretch seaward and tho poplars bend to leeward, Where purple Shadows cluster deep. Silence treads soft-footed down the valley, In the by-ways where the magic moonshine gleams, , There are stars among her tresses where the dusky wind caresses. And her hands are full of dreams. There's a wound of life a-stirring in the woodland, And the music of- the nightingale Je sweet; As he sings the sad notes over from each hidden nook and cover Sounds the tapping of a thousand feet. Can yon dream of fame and glory in the gloaming? Of the gold poved streets that border London Town? Can you think on pain and sorrow and * lonely cching morrow As the curtains of the night drop, downP Oh, I'm lying sad and sleepless in the City, And I’m waiting for the Gates of Day to part: But while tho Dawn is sleeping kneels a dream-child corely weeping At the white High Altar of my heart.