PARIS IN TROY.
[TVriffea fmr The Sun..] Suddenly, as the Cyprian spoke had smiled , l had a vision of a golden room Where sate no Splendour but a fated child. Whose eyes were steady from the eyes of doom. For all her shadows, innocence's grace And youth were like white flowers in her hand: Her hair was bright as banner t seeking war. And yet it framed so delicate a fact' And through the dim blue tapestries I saw Menelaus like a sword ed shadow stand. So now. the mkny standard f are unfurled . The deaths of kings I bad not known are told , And lowered Sags stream past, that I may know What star-topped trees that blind sweet hour brought low. What do they matter? Here in Troy, I hold One Sower's frailty from a hurrioane world! ROBIN HYDE Kanmer Springs.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 376, 9 June 1928, Page 23
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142PARIS IN TROY. Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 376, 9 June 1928, Page 23
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