A THRUSH BEFORE DAWN
Darkling, delicate, what sings This wonderful one, alone, at peace? What wilder things than song, what things Sweeter than youth, clearer than Greece, Dearer than Italy, untold Delight, and freshness centuries old! And first, first loves, a multitude The exaltation of their pain; Ancestral childhood long renewed; And midnights of invisible rain; And gardens, gardens, night and day, Gardens and childhood, all the way —ALICE MEYNELL.'
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 41, 11 May 1927, Page 14
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70A THRUSH BEFORE DAWN Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 41, 11 May 1927, Page 14
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