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THE BLUE DANUBE.

She stood there —puzzled—hesitant —

before The little music shop. What sound was

this That dared to mock her clever artifice, And swept—strange beauty! —through

the open door? She could not understand this subtle thing— Who thought herself so altogether wise. Her flippant smile had fled —her hard

young eyes Grew curiously warm and wondering.

Oh, dream of love, surging across

the long, Long years to touch illimitable heights! Starlight and dew of lost Vienna nights. Blent with the pulse of an eternal song! The music ceased. . . . Her laugh was

swift and sure — But swifter still the tears that blinded

her! —Catherine Parmenter, in the Herald Tribune Magazine.

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Bibliographic details

Otago Witness, Issue 3994, 30 September 1930, Page 63

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110

THE BLUE DANUBE. Otago Witness, Issue 3994, 30 September 1930, Page 63

THE BLUE DANUBE. Otago Witness, Issue 3994, 30 September 1930, Page 63