VAGRANT VERSE
OBLIGATO. As a whitened sea shell emptied of all But the whispering sound of the aea In the hushed murmur that may not cease, So is the heart of me. Dead time lies on the golden yean As ashes that cover a flame. Yet take my heart in your hands and hark — Beloved, it shall whisper your name. r-Aikamaa Gaaeua.
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Southland Times, Issue 19025, 22 August 1923, Page 4
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62VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19025, 22 August 1923, Page 4
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