NEW BORN.
By T. Sturge Moore. All need and no power, A bud closed in sleep, That winks the hid Hower, At the world to peep. " Nearest kin to my food. Of one blood with my bed. All that is seems so good As could never be said. “ I am I, what thou art O mother, my world — Conceives not the heart Round which I am curled. “ Yet soft is this cheek, Rich too this breast. To find them so meek Sets all question at rest.” No need is all power, O bud furled in sleep. Whence bliss like blue flower At the world can peep.
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Otago Witness, Issue 4042, 1 September 1931, Page 64
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106NEW BORN. Otago Witness, Issue 4042, 1 September 1931, Page 64
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