VAGRANT VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 22295, 10 April 1934, Page 4

VAGRANT VERSE

SENTIMENTAL DIALOGUE. (From Paul Verlaine.) In the old, lonely field where frosts yet last Two figures, gliding, have this moment passed Limp were their lips, their eyes dead, sightless things, And scarcely could be heard their whisperings. In the old, lonely field where frosts yet last Two spectral figures had called up the past. “Do you recall those days of ecstasy?’’ “Why should you bring those old days back to me?” “At my name beats your heart as long ago? Is my soul always in your dreamings?” “No.” “How sweet those days of joy unspeakable t ( , When lip to lip was pressed!” "It’s possible." “The sky, how blue! How great a hope was nigh!” “Hope, being defeated, led tow’ards the black sky.” Through the wild oats so went they on their way,— Only the night is heeding what they say. —Peter F. Doran in The Observer (London.) _____________