THE OLD MAN.
A shadow lost in autumn shadows kind. He sits and dreams the dreams that, old His dusk-filled window frames a iamp- ' post’s gleam Beneath which lads their lasse3 seek and find. But he —he dees not see; his rusted usind Is rummaging among a pile of old And worn-out memories, thinned threads of gold. All that was his, er© sight had made him blind. He does not see the miracle of Youth. Wring from the autumn, yearning of the Wrench from the dusk the dawn's wild He dreams of dead desire and costly truth . . Outside Youth's laughter- peals its many bolls. . . . Blind eyes are blind even to miracles! —Oscar C. Williams.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 16320, 8 January 1921, Page 3
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114THE OLD MAN. Star (Christchurch), Issue 16320, 8 January 1921, Page 3
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