VAGRANT VERSE
AT DAWNING. (Written for the Southland Times.) Night moves silently under the stars, Slipping through the invisible bars That make the prisons for Time; Sharp as a sword the brown owl’s screech, And rending the walls with a sudden breach The dawn hour flings its chime. Night is a blackness, depthless and still, Gathering, gathering under the hill And eager to find release. Sudden the burdening silence flees And over the hills, the rivers, the trees Comes day with her golden fleece. —Shaun O’Sullivan. Invercargill, June 10, 1927.
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Southland Times, Issue 20201, 11 June 1927, Page 6
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90VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20201, 11 June 1927, Page 6
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