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New Zealand Tablet, 22 January 1920, Page 37

THE AUTUMN WIND. A gentle wind Breathes so tenderly That it brings to my mind Our old companionship, before the birth of love. And far above In the dark-blue crystal of the sky The stars are spread How starry were the dreams we dreamed then, long agoThe tall reeds bow. And the long grass Bends slowly under the weight of the wind. How light our burden was In those old days: How light! How light ! The perfume of our happiness Is brought to my mind By the wind Upon this Autumn night. —New Ireland.