VAGRANT VERSE
departure. Swiftly the world retreats, The wind blows cold, and the heats Of the heart’s red rising and falling sea grows slow; And the weary, experienced bird makes ready to go. I For deep in her clouded eyes Is moving the first gray gleam of a lonelier tide: She can see a forsaken rock, under wide And shadowy skies. Her spirit is stirred As pale new sunbeams lace the hurrying sea: An exhilaration wakes in the heart of the bird, She is free, she is free. Once again from the trial, again From the hard meditations, the burning of beauty and pain, She remembers a fortunate island far in the West, The beat of predestinate wings, the spray on her breast. Then her eyes light suddenly up, and her wings unfold; The dark dreams fall away: Earth is forgotten and faded, the last faint hold Lost in a sundering throb and a shower of spray. —by L. A. G. Strong in The Irish Statesman.
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Southland Times, Issue 20203, 14 June 1927, Page 6
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166VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20203, 14 June 1927, Page 6
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