SONGS TO BE.
Far in the darkness I can hear them coming, And know not whether they’ll he soon cr late; yhA bugle call, the faint drums drumming— I cannot summon them, but only wait.
Yet closer than their splendour creeps their sorrow, The sound of sobbing; but I cannot know Their cause of heart-break; on some morrow I’ll learn what filled my heart to overflow.
I hark the elfin fluting of their laughter, A thrush-note vague upon a distant tree It well may gladden me hereafter— Already is its joy alive in me.
The throbbing in my veins, the sudden passion Are but the answers to their secret cry. Oh. hasten! In whatever fashion Let me make beauty once before I die! —Theodore Maynard, in The Commonweal.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3823, 21 June 1927, Page 74
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128SONGS TO BE. Otago Witness, Issue 3823, 21 June 1927, Page 74
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