VAGRANT VERSE
GOLDEN SIEGE. Beyond the dark horizon of the days It stirs again—the flowered storm of Spring, A golden-fringed defiance through the haze Of sullen clouds. The far, faint trumpeting Of leaf and bulb and bayoneted grass Throbs in the muffled conduits of the earth; I sense the growing tumult as I pass These fields that wait the old, old siege of birth.
Not many dawns will break before dull clouds Will cleave away before the bluebird’s wing, And meadows will be riotous with crowds Of crocuses and dandelions that fling Their yellow banners in the teeth of death; Soon laurel will reconquer every slope, Dark streams will quiver with the south wind’s breath, And the old heart be stormed again with hope. —Anderson M. Scruggs in the N.Y. Times.
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Southland Times, Issue 22139, 6 October 1933, Page 6
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131VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 22139, 6 October 1933, Page 6
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