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Waikato Times, Volume 107, Issue 17982, 29 March 1930, Page 1 (Supplement)

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BEYOND. The might of summer wraps the little bay In tremulous blue haze, The lazy wavelets murmur On the yellow sand. In the cliff’s fringing trees The cicadas’ love-song pulses Love and joy, joy and love, In a timeless now. And yet I ache with longing For something that’s beyond Unseen, unfel't, unheard, Between the sea and sky, Yet, neither far nor near, The drifting sea-mist Would unveil it; The shadows of lonely hills Would whisper it; Another glimpse—a. moment—■ And all would be clear: I should reach the heart of life, The mystery of being. But that which I seek Evades me as I grasp it. Can it be I shall find it In myself—■ Nowhere but in myself? 11. W. YOUNG. Auckland. ■ • AN EMIGRANT SONG. In English lanes the cuckoo now Is calling, calling And. 011, my heart has gone away To hide and hear the cuckoo call In England now. Oh, wonder green of English fields, The peace that lies on little hills The ordered quiet, of elder days, Of velvet grass and mossy ways, Deep rivers running clear. CLOUD PICTURES. There are pictures in the cloudlets, Little billows soft as snow, Pink and gold and rose and lilac, In the sunset’s fading glow. They are dream-boats, sailing softly through the misty azure sky; Princesses in gauzy dresses, on soft pillows' gently lie. As the darkness, slowly gathers, Night swoops down on wings of grey. Glistening stars are fast appearing, Ghosts glide past, the fair moon’s ray. Eerie phantoms are I lie maidens, one so gaily flaunting by. Drifting siowiv o’er the heavens, to a dreamy lullaby. Primrose clouds of sun-kissed morning Are the steeds Aurora rides. Zephyr, wailing for his lady, In his chariot swiftly glides. Nymphs and fauns arc gaily dancing in a mist of pearly hue, Till the sun in golden splendour bathes the world in light, anew. —Written for the Waikato Times bv Ethel Richmond.

HEREDITY. There is a Pirate in my blood, And a rare, great Queen: And all that the one has understood The other has never seen. . . . At noon, I tread on cloth of gold, While the Pirate watches me— His fingers are light in a rapier-hold, And he hungers for the sea. . . . At night, the wind is in my hair, And I own the sea to the sky: But . . . the Queen’s lips twist as she watches there, And she shivers as I go 'by- . . My arrogant head knows the weight of a crown, But a Quarterdeck sired my stride; There’s a regal form in my velvet gown—• But my heart beats time to the tide! There is a Pirate deep in me— But his crew-dommand seems small; There is a Queen —and she cannot see Why she frets at a palace-wall! —Theda Kenyon, FORGIVE AND FORGET. Forgive and forget! why the world would be lonely, The garden a wilderness left to deform, If the flowers but remembered the chilling winds only, And the fields gave no verdure for fear of the storm. Qh, still in thy loveliness emblem the flower, Give the fragrance of feeling to sweeten life’s way, And prolong not again the brief cloud of an hour, With tears that but darken the rest of the day! Forgive !-i:d fo-gel! them’s no breast so unfeeling But some gentle thoughts of affection there live; And the best of us all require something concealing, Some heart that with smiles , can forget and forgive. Then away with the cloud from those beautiful eyes; That brow was no home for such frowns to have met;; 0, how could our spirits e’er hope for the skies, If Heaven refused —to Forgive and Forget. —Charles Swam. TULIP BULBS. The lulip bulbs I plant to-day Will grow next Spring To gladden all who walk this way With blossoming. And if I plant a lovely thought, Who knows what bloom Will hurst into lire’s garden-plot, to light its gloom ? —Anne Campbell.