Poets9 Corner—

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 334, 20 April 1928, Page 14

Poets 9 Corner—

THE LAUNCHING (Written for THE SUN) For good or ill she goes, Down the long slip, the stairway to the sea. Behind —the grimy shipyard, day on day Of fire and smoke and hammering, and before —• The long, cool wash of green, mysterious tides. Bravely the sea-wind blows A. fanfare for her bridal, eagerly Her keen bow clips the water into spray, This is her moment; triumphantly she rides One tenth her lord the sea. forever more. —S. M. SUNLEY HAVEN. [Written for The San.] Now the blue darkness veils my window light Tenderly, as it lies in eyes oppressed With too much dreaming. Soon, with quiet breast Half-hid in starlight, the tall lady night Will gather all lost longings, lost desires, All the lost dames that dance on dreamers * Bres, All the waif thoughts that creep through driven hours, And wear them in her bosom like dark Bowers. The dreams of eyes that dance, of lips that press, Shall lie there quiet as my loneliness ROBIN HYDE. W ellington .