LOVERS.
Now tell me, what are we in this brief
hour Of a rapt radiance trembling toward tbe night, Eternal and as delicate as a flower. Compounded half of darkness, half of light— Wherein all forms are phantom . . . tree and wall, And-whitening bush, and you and I, as well .... 0 you and I, the least secure of all, Could find no cry to pierce that brooding spell. I tell you that we have no part in this, We, with our speeches of brief, broken worth, Our momentary groping for dear hands— What are our hurried kisses to this kiss Of slow, eternal light that takes the earth, Forgetful of all lovers in all lands ? —David Morton, in the New. Republic.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3854, 24 January 1928, Page 73
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120LOVERS. Otago Witness, Issue 3854, 24 January 1928, Page 73
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