VAGRANT VERSE
TO r ; MEMORY OF AN AFTERNOON. (Written for the Southland Times.) I. Sometimes I wish that I had never met you. What is the good of one long afternoon of If, ever since, my memories are clouded By bitter doubts that always rise above My future hopes? If only I could know That we could be together as that day We were, inseparably one, I’d go To deepest hell, remorseless, full of joy. 11. My heart was like an idle tune Without a theme, Until that day you struck a chord, A fleeting dream. My heart leaped up in glorious song, Careless and free; Full Life I saw, and Love, and Joy, All held by thee. But now’ my heart can only hear, Echoing still, The restless notes of that sweet chord, Plaved bv your will. —C.P. Invercargill, June 3, 1929.
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Southland Times, Issue 20791, 4 June 1929, Page 6
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143VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20791, 4 June 1929, Page 6
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