THE UNUSED DAY
The grey dawn awoke, and stole with trailing robes across earth’s floor. At her footsteps, the birds roused from sleep, and cried a greeting; the sky flushed and paled, conscious of coming splendour; and overhead a file of swans passed with broad, strong flight to the reeded waters of the sequestered pool. Another hour of silence, while the light throbbed and flamed in the east: then the larks rose harmonious from a neighbouring field, the rabbits scurried, with ears alert, to the morning meal. The day had begun. The dew lay heavy, on leaf and blade and gossamer: a cool, fresh wind swept clear over dale and down from the sea; and the clover field rippled like a silvery lake in the breeze. There is something inexpressively beautiful in the unused day, something beautiful in the fact that it is still untouched, unsoiled; and town and country alike share in this loveliness. —Michael Fairless.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 13, 6 April 1927, Page 5
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157THE UNUSED DAY Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 13, 6 April 1927, Page 5
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