VAGRANT VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 21273, 19 December 1930, Page 4

VAGRANT VERSE

THE VAN-DWELLER. The Night has made a nosegay of the Stars Bound with a straying fragrance from the South; Of wax white Jasmine, and of that dark Rose— That sombre Rose—to whom the Fountains Sing (She seems so like a wild heart listening), Front Night’s faint hold it drops down to the Sea; Slowly the radiant flowers—one by one— Are freed ,and float in silence out of sight. The Sea stirs —as a child stirs half asleep— Gathers them to invest her wistful dream With beauty; for who else knows loneliness Wraith bound—close and forever —like the Sea ? Out on the shore the chimney of my van / Puts bravely forth a little flag of grey. Across the fair pavilion of the Moon A shadow passes—in swift, ordered flight Wild geese, miles high, whose echoed trumpet call Soars eastward —sweeping to the port of dawn. . —Sybil Grant, in The Observer (London).