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Verse For Today

1 met at eve the Prince of Sleep, His was a still and lovely face, He wandered through a valley steep, Lovely in a lonely place. ; His garb was gray of lavender, About his brows a poppy wreath Burned like dim coals, and every- - where • The air was sweeter for his breath.. Dark in his pools clear visions lurk, And rosy, as with morning buds, Along his dales of broom and birk Dreams haunt his solitary woods. From “I Met at Eve,” by Walter de la Mare, 1873

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Otago Daily Times, Issue 27570, 12 December 1950, Page 1

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Verse For Today Otago Daily Times, Issue 27570, 12 December 1950, Page 1

Verse For Today Otago Daily Times, Issue 27570, 12 December 1950, Page 1