A SONG OF YOUTH
Second Prize Poem I am young, O wind in the trees, as you! My pulse is as quick and my soul as free As waves that crash in a storm at sea; And my heart is full of the ecstacy Of the young, O wind, and the brave and true. I am young, and my heart is full of desire For the brave things of earth and the swift things of air; The wind that whistles and lifts my hair, The sapling tree that is straight and fair, And the incense smoke of a brushwood fire; Sunrise, and morning-twilight and flowers That are fragrant and fresh, with -petals close-curled, And jewelled with dew, and waves unfurled, In shimmering spindrift that veils the world, In myriad sapphire and diamond showers. Little voice of the wind, when I am old, May the things that used to enrapture me, t The young things of earth and the strength of the sea, Be ever as dear as they used to be To the heart that loved youth and the brave and bold. Little Swift Canoe (Fitzie Morris).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 854, 24 December 1929, Page 5
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187A SONG OF YOUTH Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 854, 24 December 1929, Page 5
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