GONE WEST.

Temuka Leader, Issue 10304, 2 March 1922, Page 3

GONE WEST.

Low in the ivy sings the wind, and silent is the jackdaw’s nest - The cloudy banners of the day hang rent above the burning west. Have you a thought, in that Beyond, of earthly joys you caught or missed : The hills you climb’d, the games you play’d, the books you read, the lips you hiss’d? Maybe you found tremendous peace, and lordly hajvens of desire, Across the waste of spouting smoke and sucking mud and tangled wire; Yet would we dream you still can hear, in meadowland of aunsetligbt. Our bail of comradeship and love, borne westward on the wings of night.