WOODLAND.
Through the wet green leaves the sunlight gleams, To turn to hundred liquid-golden streams. Slow from the fresh, moist ground uprise The wood's cool odcvxr-mists to smiling skies. The sweet, bough-tangled grots, quiet-lying, keep Their greenwood secieis in recesses deep. Far through tbe dim, still aisles pervade The straggling sunbeams, lost in deeper shade. Pure drip ihe shining leave?, as silently The slim young "Wood God, globing, hurries by - " -fc. E. F. Dimed-n, March, 1904.
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/OW19040330.2.184
Bibliographic details
Otago Witness, Issue 1851, 30 March 1904, Page 63
Word Count
76WOODLAND. Otago Witness, Issue 1851, 30 March 1904, Page 63
Using This Item
Allied Press Ltd is the copyright owner for the Otago Witness. You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons New Zealand BY-NC-SA licence. This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of Allied Press Ltd. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.