CONSOLATION.
I know that somewhere under the sun There are quiet women Between white walls, going about their peaceful tasks In a blue twilight; Folding things. And putting things away. With quaint restful minds dreaming back into the past, Content. And men coming home tired after their labour, Into cool rooms plunging out of the glare and heat of the day, Looking in the eyes of the women they love And knowing that life at least cannot rob
them Of so much as they have had, And happy so. And lovers creeping closer in the dusk, Pleading their pitiful vows under the moon. And little children falling asleep like flowers. And men and women gathering in wide open
spaces With exultation in their hearts At some great news. Somewhere under the sun I know these things must be— Then why, in heaven's name, do I sit brooding here In the pit of mine own thoughts, park and unhappy, When if for a moment I reach out to them, even in vision, I know a consolation Deeper than thought? O foolish me ! O blessed humankind ! —George Villiers, in the Atlantic.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3870, 15 May 1928, Page 74
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189CONSOLATION. Otago Witness, Issue 3870, 15 May 1928, Page 74
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