MARTHA
“Once . . . once upon a time . . Over and ooet again, Martha would tell us her stories, In the hazel glen. Her s were those clear grey eyes You watch, and the story seems Told by their beautifulness Tranquil as dreams. She’d sit With her two slim hands Clasped round her bended knees; While we on our elbows lolled. And stared at ease. Her voice and narrow chin, Her grave small lovely head. Seemed half the meaning Of the Words she said. “Once . . . once upon a time . . .” Like a dream you dream in the night, Fairies and gnomes stole out In the leaf-green light. And her beauty far away Would fade, as her voice ran on, Till hazel and summer sun And all were gone. All forgone and forgot; , And like clouds in the height of the sky , Our hearts stood still in the hush Of an age gone by. —Walter De La Mare
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New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12507, 24 July 1926, Page 16
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153MARTHA New Zealand Times, Volume LIII, Issue 12507, 24 July 1926, Page 16
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