VAGRANT VERSE
ORETI ANTHOLOGY. 530.—Sea-Water. (Written for the "Southland Times.) We give things names and spoil them, making names More glamorous than the things themselves appear, And what should be a glory is a word, A poor dead word lettered of dust and fear. But this may be all wrong because the brain Must have a string to thread its beads upon, And yet no word can give to water, life, Wherever it flows, falls, freezes, on and on, Or else when we do face the living surf, And drink the greenness into every pore, Water becomes elixir; every drop, And Helicon comes bounding to the shore. Then does some wordless atavistic glow Envelop all the blood as on we flow. —Southerner. Invercargill, -December 18, 1933.
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Southland Times, Issue 22200, 18 December 1933, Page 6
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126VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 22200, 18 December 1933, Page 6
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