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RETROSPECT Sometimes in the quiet of night I walk again beneath the silent trees And feel the road beneath me soft Where the sun in all its length had never touched Upon me; then rain all those wholesome smells, Enwrapping my being in a scented sweetness Till the strength of my present leaves me And I am stilled inside. I see myself again, A child, with lowered head Walking quietly beneath some reaching pine-trees.

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Te Ao Hou, September 1960, Page 60

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RETROSPECT Te Ao Hou, September 1960, Page 60

RETROSPECT Te Ao Hou, September 1960, Page 60