THE MESSENGER.
I kissed a piece of thistledown and sent it Out on the wind ablow; But first I whispered to it where I meant it, My messenger, to go. Far off to one I love, because I miss her Across the pathless sea. To touch her lightly on the lips and kiss her, And bid her dream of me. * * * * I dreamed that you were home again, And all the anxious news and pain I felt for you in some far land Were stilled:, I took you by the hand While through your eyes I read your mind And knew that you were just as kind As in the days when we were small, When I had loved you best of all. Now that you had returned to me I thought how happy we should be— Then I awoke to find it day. With you still roving far away, I was not dazed or frightened, only So very lonely. (Original). Denise Gerard.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18900, 26 October 1929, Page 18 (Supplement)
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162THE MESSENGER. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18900, 26 October 1929, Page 18 (Supplement)
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