VAGRANT VERSE
SONNET: THE VOICE. (Written for the Southland Times.) Like some sweet song bom of a waking dream, Your words fall softly from a far-off time, Their placid tones like a soft muffled chime, That lifts the heart to where the hilltops gleam; Old unremembered moments come to mind; Forgotten joys like sweet-breathed woodland flowers, Leap up to crown imperishable hours, Nor leave the glooms of vain regrets behind; But as some love-lorn bird at early morn, With notes of silver jubilance awakes The earth to listening wonder kin to tears, So your lost voice of memory re-born, To one poor unoblivious heart that aches, Rings with love’s music down the trail of years. —H. P. Kelk.
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Southland Times, Issue 21850, 29 October 1932, Page 4
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118VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 21850, 29 October 1932, Page 4
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