VAGRANT VERSE
O WHITHER ART THOU SPEEDING? (Written for the Southland Times.) O whither art thou speeding, gallant ship, Across the heaving main, , Like eager greyhound from the leash let slip That races o’er the plain? A rover of the seven seas thou art Built stately, taut and trim, A sturdy ship to win a sailor’s heart, Yet graceful, thou, and slim. Pray, whither speedest thou from this bleak land Where greybeard Winter reigns? Seek’st thou some sunny isle whose golden strand Our chilly shore disdains? Or, passing such, wilt thou haste far away, By Panama or Horn, Until thou findest anchor where the day Brings in a Homeland morn? While wintry blasts rage in this land of ours — How wild the blast and snell!— There summer dwells, and myriad woodland flowers Luxuriantly swell. If there thou speedest, I would speed with thee, A passenger unseen, That I may feast my heart with flowery lea And hills and valleys green. —Robert Fraaoia. Bluff. June 7«
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Southland Times, Issue 18962, 8 June 1923, Page 4
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165VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 18962, 8 June 1923, Page 4
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