VAGBANT VERSE
EVENSONG. From all these happy folk I find Life’s radiance kindle in my mind And even when homeward last 1 turn How bright the hawthorn berries burn, How steady in the old elm still The great woodpecker strikes his bill; Who»e labour oft in vain is given, Yet never he upbraids high heaven; Such trust is his. O, 1 have heard No sweeter from a singing bird Than his tap-tapping there this day, That said what words will never say. The bells from humble steeples call, Nor will I be the last of all To pass between the ringers strong And as of old make evensong; While over pond and plat and hall 'The first of sleep begins to fall. —Edmund Blunden, in “The Shepherd."
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Southland Times, Issue 19657, 6 October 1922, Page 4
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127VAGBANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19657, 6 October 1922, Page 4
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