EXCOMMUNICATION.
Must I, like Adam, leave the enchanted, woods? And shall I hear thpir call no more? Shall ne’er the dove’s reiterative note Murmur of sanctuary at the open door? Shall I no longer tread the winter hush Of leaves the lavish autumn spread? Will that live incense crumbled in sleep. Sleep for me now for ever in the dead? Will spring once more about the larches play Like children kissing, being kissed, And I ne’er see the birches’ naked limbs Flush to tho spring and vanish in green mist? If I should knock at the cathedral doors Will there no vergered woodsman win Consent from summer’s robed and mitred priest And to the choral Benediction let me in? May I no more with sacrificial fires Stand suppliant at autumn’s gate? Must I with empty brazier turn away And be for ever excommunicate? —E. Temple Thurston, in the Saturday Review.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3869, 8 May 1928, Page 74
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150EXCOMMUNICATION. Otago Witness, Issue 3869, 8 May 1928, Page 74
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