POETRY.
An image-dance of change Throngs my dim-sighted flesh. To Music's air-built mesh Move thoughts forever strange. I am so woven of sense And subtlety uncharted That I must vanish hence Blind-soulod and twilight-hearted, When death the hooded lover Visits my house of clay And life-lit eyes discover That in the warbling grey I have been early waking, And while the morn was breaking Have 3tolen afield to find That secrecy which lies Beyond the streams and skies And cities of the mind. Till then only I strive That, living, I may not lose The wonder of being alive, Nor Time’s least gift refuse. And, though the end be night, This wonder and this white Astonishment of aight, Make hours of magic shine And heaven’s a blaze and bloom Of transience and divine Inheritance of doom. —Siegefrid Sassoon in the New Republic.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3755, 2 March 1926, Page 78
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142POETRY. Otago Witness, Issue 3755, 2 March 1926, Page 78
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