SANTA OHIARA.
i Because it is a clay of palms, . ' '~ ■' | Carry a palm for me! _-'-.- g • Carry a palm, in Santa Chiara, .>'.- | And I will watch the sea. There are no palms in Santa Chiara To-day or, any day for me. I • I sjt and watch the little sails lean sideways upon the sea. The sea is blue from here to Sorrento And the sea-wind comes to me. |..' I see the white cloud lift from Sorrento •' ' ' I And the dark sail "lean on the sea. | •I have 'grown tired ■of all these things, / | And what is left to me? ; :..,:!'•'.'.'■".-' J I have no place Santa Chiara, -,',, -'■•"■.,; t*-V c Jl There is no peace on the sea. '; i : - >* | But carry a palm in Santa Chiara, ._ 1.,: Carry a palm for me.- " " —Arthub Symons.
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New Zealand Tablet, 23 October 1919, Page 35
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132SANTA OHIARA. New Zealand Tablet, 23 October 1919, Page 35
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