FROM THE HILLS.

New Zealand Tablet, 17 June 1920, Page 35

FROM THE HILLS.

To-day the hills seemed strangely still, all day The pines on Cruagh slept but, evening falling, A little timid wind crept from the grey Above Glencree, and calling, calling, calling Across old sheep-tracks in the untrodden heights Hropt through a deepening-colored dusk at last,’ lurple to green, down darkling roads to lights Set in white cottage window-sills, and passed. Wind from the hills ! it’s little peace you bring . Uut of that quiet distance : memories Wakened in far-off woods at evening Where, strewn by older autumns, ’’neatV still trees. The very leaves were all lost days, it scented Brushing about the head of one who dreamed! W. M. Gibbon, in Studies.