BY THE RIVER.
Through the rustling river grasses Warm and sweet the west wind passes, Blowing shyly soft caresses To their dewy emerald tresses. All along the silver sands Little ripples joining hands, Dance a quaint fantastic measure, Making liquid sounds of pleasure. While away beyond the weir Calls the cuckoo loud and clear, Something mystic and remote, Ringing in his fairy note. How I wish that I were small, Swinging on the rushes tall, Just a humble happy thing, Bora to live a while in Spring! —Radclyfie HalL
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/TS19281205.2.30
Bibliographic details
Star (Christchurch), Issue 18629, 5 December 1928, Page 4
Word Count
89BY THE RIVER. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18629, 5 December 1928, Page 4
Using This Item
Star Media Company Ltd is the copyright owner for the Star (Christchurch). You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International licence (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0). This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of Star Media. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in