VAGRANT VERSE
THE HAPPY DAY. All day long I puryjose in yonder Green meadows to wander And think of a song. I shall take Provision of berries, Black treacle cherries, And possibly cake. Where the bough Of gliding willows Freckle green pillows I shall drowse; Or wander blithe Through scented acres Where haymakers Sharpen the scythe. I shall not lack, I shall not trouble; Through fields of stuhbh I shall come back— While dusk is spread, Where twilight lingers— With purple fingers, A song in my head. —Sylvia Townsend Wacner, in ‘The Espalier.”
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Southland Times, Issue 20015, 1 November 1926, Page 6
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93VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20015, 1 November 1926, Page 6
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