VAGRANT VERSE
ARTS DILEMMA. . w . I stood outside the hospioe, That tops Llanberis’ Pass. I saw a patch of colour, In sky as clear as glass. The later eve was dark’ning; The mists around did flow. Through miles of painters’ gaH’rieß I never saw it so. I heard th’ exulting West Wind: Embalm’d with Lakeland smells, Roaring, as through a forest, Through grass of Pennine fells. I heard the Force of Aysgarth, ’Mid clouds of amber spume, Shake all the gorge with thunder Louder than throat of doom. Full grand is Milton’s music; Full sweetly Keats doth flow; But thro’ all their well-lov’d volumes, I never heard it so. —N. E. Egerton Swann, in the Poetry Review-
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Southland Times, Issue 19771, 20 February 1923, Page 4
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117VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19771, 20 February 1923, Page 4
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