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THE IDLE SINGER.

£(ot that I may be understood : — <Vho understands the stream that slips With endless music on Its lips Through the still wood?

Who listens when the night winds blow Through those high harps the poplars string? And the low song the rushes sing Does any know?

«nd where the waves with milky hands Touch the curved viol of the shore, And the old chords break evermore, Who understands?

But should the ritual be dumb And the long invocation cease?— Still let us breathe of that far peace That may not come! —Anne Goodwin Winslow, in the American Poetry Review.

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Otago Witness, Issue 3882, 7 August 1928, Page 72

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THE IDLE SINGER. Otago Witness, Issue 3882, 7 August 1928, Page 72

THE IDLE SINGER. Otago Witness, Issue 3882, 7 August 1928, Page 72