VAGRANT VERSE
TRYST. “Horseman —go galloping into the West— The road to the Sea, With fine armour of gold Now that Day has grown old Ride down to the Sea Who is longing for Thee.” Day draws away as he passes her by Douce as a dream, with a fugitive sigh, And the Horseman goes swinging along. Urgent and splendid, encompassed with joy, He leaps to the Sea; While the hour takes flight Or is snared by Delight. The voice of the Sea Like a whispering plea Rises and falls—alike vain and sub* lime— Praying the gods to annihilate Time And for ever delay or prolong. Night will be planting her meadow with stars For sailors—and me. “Lonely Horseman —begone Since the trysting is done To-morrow the Sea Will still hunger for Thee. Someone I think on when drifting to sleep Send me a token that, waking, I’ll keep— As a bird, in his heart, keeps a song. Sybil Grant, in The Observer, (London).
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Southland Times, Issue 22473, 8 November 1934, Page 6
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164VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 22473, 8 November 1934, Page 6
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