WINDS.
Dear-my-soul, can you reel its breathing? ... Little brown bush-wind, out of the hills? Mischief is in it, an elfin wind thieving Song of the tui, and sonnet of rills. Dear-my-soul, can you hear it crying? .. . Salt-tainted sea-wind, out of the South? Wet mist and white spume caught in its flying, ' . ■ i ■ And the moan of the sea in its mouth. Dear-my-soul, can you hear its shouting? ...'■'■' • • -i Bullying wind from the plains and the . lake? . Coster-wind caught in a holiday outing; Spread-eagled birds in its wake. Dear-my-soul, can you hear its singing? ... Little cool wind coming after the night? And sorrow is gone, with the voice of, it winging The joy that is born with the light. -BETTY KNELL.
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Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 39, 15 February 1930, Page 19
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120WINDS. Evening Post, Volume CIX, Issue 39, 15 February 1930, Page 19
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