VAGRANT VERSE
THE TRYST. (Written for the Southland Times.) wistful, she lingers where the moon band glistens on the grass-girt stream . . . ghosts are her fingers to halt all sound . . . she listens, expectant, afraid, for one calm voice that had made the substance of her dream. can slie hear speaking in dark shadows hidden where her warm eyes grope? what is she seeking . . . what truant has she bidden to come to her there? . . . a cool calm voice . . . unaware it echoed but her hope. —Shaun O’Sullivan. Invercargill, May 5, 1933.
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Southland Times, Issue 22008, 6 May 1933, Page 4
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88VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 22008, 6 May 1933, Page 4
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