Poets’ Corner—

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 351, 11 May 1928, Page 14

Poets ’ Corner—

TRIOLET (Written for THE SUN.) 'When memory swoops blackly down , Do you remember—then forget? Remembrance is a bitter crown ‘When memory swoops blackly down In icy tcaves that darkly drown All save a tortured wild regret . . . When memory swoops blackly down, Do you remember —then forget? —NORA STACEY. Auckland. HOMEWARD BOUND. IWritten for The Sun.] Empty as blinded faces Are all the old hills now, Quiet our secret places. Winds on the mountain-brow Run no more, breathless, Side by side with you. But the hill-winds are deathless, And the warm scents we knew; And the lone star breasting The mountain-passes, The small star resting On the golden grasses, Star of our ancient questing, Still remembers how night by night Faint song swept as our ships of dreaming Down the wake of the moon went gleaming, Outward-bound from the harbour light. Outward-bound! Ah, further going Than restless ships that rock in the bay! Say, do the dark little waves, ondo wing. Over the world and far away Come at last to your storm-bound coast, Further than any mariner’s knowing, Port of ships and seafarers lost? — Whisper dark to the shores how still Stars keep watch on your golden hill?— Say how still, where the dawn-skies pale, One ship waits for the word to sail Down the dark to the haven found, Cay of spirit, and homeward bound? ROBIN HYDE, W allinMton-