VAGRANT VERSE
THE LAST SONNET. Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priest-like task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, pillow’d upon my fair Love’s ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender taken breath, And so live ever,—or else swoon to death. T-John Keate,
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Southland Times, Issue 19098, 16 November 1923, Page 4
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109VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19098, 16 November 1923, Page 4
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