VAGRANT VERSE
THREE SONGS. (Written for the Southland Times). I—VALUES. They will give you trinkets rare And speak the honeyed word, But I shall hardly seem to care And whisper songs unheard. Mere speech can break up any spell And tumble towers in Spain, The others only bid farewell, I have a loss to gain. 2. SECRETS. When you have left the sleepy town It will be sleepier then, With dusty streets and houses brown And crowds of girls and men. No secret poems I then shall make, And no one will dot hear, My songs the crowds will gladly taka, AU plain and crystal-clear. I shall not need to hide my dream Deftly in owl-wise rhymes, Or play the juggler with a them* As I’ve done many times. I shall not bring a tone so thin Out of the lyre I play, But will the noisy city win All that you take away? 3. PARADOX. Song is a deep thing, But it cannot go To fhat hidden place Where the heart’s springs flow. Song is a cheap thing, Yet it reaches down To the soul's far depths Touching king and clown. —Southerner. Invercargill, February 18
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Southland Times, Issue 19770, 19 February 1923, Page 4
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196VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19770, 19 February 1923, Page 4
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