POETS’ CORNER.
SONNET FOR ELIZABETH. [Written for The SunJ Beauty has come to us from other days Storied and strange, in triumph and in tears, Cloaked in sweet quietness, clad in glory’s blaze, A down the viewless path of travelled years. Old lovers gazed upon it, felt love’s sun Burn into brightness, saw the white steel fall. And unremembering slept, their bodies one With mould and must, their names a clarion call. Now is your own dear beauty to the world A voice uplifted and a trumpet blown, A silken splendour never idly furled Or listless in life’s airs, a tome of truth For the faint earth. Oh, wondrous to have known Beauty in you and you in beauty * * youth! QUENTIN POPE. Wellington. ECSTASY. I Written for The Sun.J Oh listen, though you may not care. For what is it to you? The butterfly's an criflamme A-tremble in the blue; And every leaf's a banner, And clouds ur&url on high, While flocks of morning starlings Blow pennants in the sky. And O, with bird and weather, Dream-whipt, joy-shot, and bare, My heart, a sun-burst golden, Streams out upon the air. EILEEN DUGGAN Wellington.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 98, 16 July 1927, Page 25
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193POETS’ CORNER. Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 98, 16 July 1927, Page 25
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