AUTUMN THRESHOLD.
jletween the sunset and the dark The whole year hangs in green suspense; The apple leaf and apple bark Have swelled their last; above the fence The sumach’s fur is ripe for frost. All life is run, no life is loet; The red fruit shines, the fly and mouse Edge closer to the barn and house.
Between the sunset and the birth Of yellow star and white moon blade The year hangs wholly still. The earth Broods on its leafy light and shade. The spotted antlers of the tree Breathe introspective mystery; A crest of granite t shadow-browed, Lifts Dream itself against a cloud.
This interval between the greed Of Growth and Death is more than these. Ja too much asked, is too much freed? Is silence perilous with keys?. It will not last, it will not hold; Death strikes the green with yellow cold, Across the moon black leaves are blown And the wind pulls the red fruit down. •—Frank Ernest Hill, in the New R-epubic.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3818, 17 May 1927, Page 74
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169AUTUMN THRESHOLD. Otago Witness, Issue 3818, 17 May 1927, Page 74
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