POETRY
t have seen poetry in lazy clouds That slowly float across an azure sky; Have heard it in the whispering of leaves, And in a streamlet’s silver lullaby. I have seen poetry in butterflies That flit, all tremulous, from flower to flower, And in the radiance which softly dyes The west at every magic sunset hour. I have seen poetry in seas that fling Their great green waves, foam-laced, upon the shore. Have heard it in the throats of birds that sing. And in the mighty thunder’s crash and roar. I have seen poetry in graceful trees, In common things which eyes must see each day. And heard it in the crooning evening breeze Which steal upon a world of twilightgrey. I have seen poetry in grass, dewpearled: In perfumed flowers upspringing from the sod; It is the heart of nature’s lovely world— The perfect, mystic poetry of God. —Red Star (Jean Mclndoe).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 687, 12 June 1929, Page 6
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154POETRY Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 687, 12 June 1929, Page 6
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