EARTH FOLK
The cat she walks on padded claws, The wolf on the hills lays stealthy paws, Feathered birds in the rainsweet sky, At their ease in the air flit low, flit high. The oak’s blind, tender roots pierce deep, His green crest towers, dimmed in sleep, Under the stars whose thrones are set Where never prince hath journeyed yet. —Walter de la Mare.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 1, 23 March 1927, Page 10
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64EARTH FOLK Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 1, 23 March 1927, Page 10
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