WINGED HORSES

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 4, 26 March 1927, Page 23 (Supplement)

WINGED HORSES

THE LITTLE DANCERS Lonely, save for a few faint stars, the sky Dreams; and lonely , below , the little street Into its gloo m ret ires, secluded and shy. Scarcely the dumb roar enters this soft retreat; And all is dark, save where come flooding rays from a tavern window; there, to the brisk measure Of an organ that down in an alley merrily plays. Two children, all alone and no one by. Holding their tattered /rocks, through an airy maze Of motion, lightly threaded with nimble feet. Dance sedately: face to face they gaze. Their eyes shining, grave with a perfect pleasure. —Laurence Binyon. IF I HAD A BROOMSTICK If l had a broomstick and knew how to ride it, I'd fly through the ivindows when Jane goes to tea. And over the tops of the chimneys Vd guide it, To lands where no children arc cripples like me; I'd run on the rocks with the crabs and the sea, Where soft red anemones close when you touch; If I had a broomstick and knew how to ride it. If / had a broomstick —instead of a crutch! —Patrick R. Chalmers. THE MERRY MUSE THE MERMAN I found a little sailing ship Beside the silver sea; Its masts were tall, its sails were trim And white as white could be. I carried it across the sands And set it on the tide. It tossed about among the waves And rocked from side to side. I peeped around the little mast. I peeped inside the hold, And there I found a merman brave With curls of gleaming gold. “ Pray throw me i?i the sea again, Pray throw me in the tide. While I dm here the ship will roll , -And / shall die! ,f he cried. 1 seized him by his yellow hair And flung him in the sea. Re dipped and jlew his shining tail, And off again swam he. Perhaps it was a fairy boat, I really cannot say: I only know it spread its sails And slowly sailed away.