Poets ’ Corner |
FREEDOM [Written for The Sun.] How long soever the day, There is this at the end: I shall be free alike From enemy and from friend — Free from the scents and sounds That prisoned my heart to earth: From scornful stars that withered The rose in the gown of mirth; Free from the pillars of flame That led to a bitter sea; From sudden advancing night's Impregnability. And, perhaps, some light shall be mine, Pale and strange as the sun That shines on empty meads Of a springtime scarce begun; Or perhaps, with sleep on my eyes , 7 shall lie and no more know Than the pulse of the rain above* Than the eager seeds below. ROBIN HYDE. Wellington.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 357, 18 May 1928, Page 14
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121Poets ’ Corner | Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 357, 18 May 1928, Page 14
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