BIRD.
The rtawn came wan, the dawn grew gold, The light poured downward in the early cold. The cedars, dreaming against the sky, Leaned over water: and the small cool cry O£ crystal groped for rock and sand, While the sky dripped bluo on lake and land. Tho sun rose up. a flower of gold: The hills were petalled, fold on fold. With flame. And suddenly morning stirred— Morning was shattered by a hidden bird! The song blew east, the song blew west. The song blew wild In the listening breast! While morning woke to beauty and pain. The song was a breath of silver rain, A blossom of sun, and wings up-hurled Over the known and lovely world ! The song was the pointed shadow of leaf On the turning earth, and hint of grief, A shoulder of wind, and a star above A dawn-dark hill, and an answer to love. Silence came. The sun grew tali : The dim woods watched the petals fall. And wind went searching each hidden way For a lost bird caught to the heart of day ! —Frances M. Frost, in the Commonweal.
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Otago Witness, Issue 4039, 11 August 1931, Page 64
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187BIRD. Otago Witness, Issue 4039, 11 August 1931, Page 64
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