Verse for To-Day
We who ivith songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, — What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales . Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest, Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales, And winds and shadows fall toward the West; And there the world’s first huge white-bearded kings In dim glades sleeping, murmur in their sleep, And closer round their breasts the ivy clings, Cutting its pathway slow and red and deep. From “The Golden Journey to Samarkand,” by James Elroy Flecker, 1884-1915. [Martin Seeker, Ltd. |
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Otago Daily Times, Issue 27039, 25 March 1949, Page 1
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114Verse for To-Day Otago Daily Times, Issue 27039, 25 March 1949, Page 1
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