THE DANCE OF LIFE,

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 97, 15 July 1927, Page 12

THE DANCE OF LIFE,

[Written for The Sun.] Trip we stately, trip we lightly, Trip we proudly, trip we sprightly — Cry or laugh and laugh or cry, To this dance we how or *die. I would rather, I would rather Have a statue for a father. In and out, and out and in, Slow and fast the measures spin. Twist and turn and turn and twist. Not an action must be missed. I would rather, I would rather Have a statue for my father. Faster , faster in the measure, Slow for pain and quick for pleasure, Kiss and bow and bow and kiss —— Fortune has her hand in this. I v/ould rather, I would rather Have a statue for a father. Circle! Stop and hesitate, You are lost—untimely fate. Cry or laugh and laugh or cry, To this dance we bow or die. . . . I would rather, I would rather Have a statue for a father. PETER BROOKE. Christchurch. % RENOUVEAU (From the French of Charles <TOrleans.) The year has thrown his cloak at cay Of wind, of coldness, and of rain And ooeth clad, in ooion again Of shining su7i —a fair array; And beasts and little birds all day Clamour their joy, in language plain: The year has thrown his cloak away Of wind, of coldness, and of rain. Now river, spring, and streamlet gay, To show their beauties neio are fain Then silver sprays bright gems contain Which , freshly sparkling, they display: The year has thrown his cloak away Of wind, of coldness, and of rain. toni McGrath. Otago University, Dunedin.

THE ANCHOR (Written for THE SUN.) Within the purple gloom Of dusk I lie, The deepening, grape-like bloom Now 071 a sky As still and clear and darkly bright As the soft breasts of birds at 7iight. Through the dusk’s quiet comes A wild, dark cry: Then silence on the deep soft bloom Of sea and sky As I lie, slowly swmging in the sigh Of muffled waves , beneath a 7nuffled sky NORA STACEY. Auckland,