A Song
I heard a bird sing. Suddenly my throat was hot with tears; I felt aloof, and very much alone. It sang of dreams that vanished, yet unborn, Of hope that rose amid a host of fears; Of pain and joy that wring the heart and soul. I wished my heart was but a chilly stone. I felt rebellion, in a choking flood Rise up with tugging swiftness in my heart; Because it sang of things I did not know, Of things a world apart. It stopped; the night pressed closer all around, The air was vibrant with a passing sigh. Then all was still, but I stood weeping there, Alone, and filled with grief. I know not why. —4 marks to Cousin Chrissie Ross (14), Maia, Dunedin.
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Southland Times, Issue 22074, 22 July 1933, Page 18
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129A Song Southland Times, Issue 22074, 22 July 1933, Page 18
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