Poets' Corner

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 856, 27 December 1929, Page 14

Poets' Corner

WANDERING WILLIE’S SONG Parting they say is such sweet sorrow that there’s never a lad lifts up his pack and takes to the hills, but a hundred voices cry to him softly, calling him back. And I know when I rode under the lilacs and out of the gate, the eastern way, taking the road and the vagabond’s luck, for good or ill, for a year or a day, l was sick with the longing in my heart for the green garden, and my little room; I would have given my horse and bridle for one last look at the cherry in bloom. And even now, on a spring night when the rain has ceased, I wake sometimes from a dream of children playing in a garden by an old gray wall where nastur~ tium climbs. 1 was too young to be living on memories ; too old to be happy in the way i I’d known: iso I shut my heart against the crying voices and I lifted my head and went forth alone. Sut oh! when I pass from the light of the sun let no slight memory, no scent nor savour of the things I loved go with me then, or I shall be restless again in my grave for ever! A. R. D, FAIRBURN. PILGRIMAGE (Written for THE SUN) You are here with a Burke, it seems. And a brave O’Connor: Near a Desmond draped with his dreams And his stainless honour; With a fellow they once called Flynn, And a wild O’Gorman — You, who were paladin To a conquering Norman.

You who were proud and cold, And homage-disdaining, Sleep under this common mould Without complaining. Yet perhaps it is all the same. For time's caprice Has worn away most of your name, And your fleur-de-lis; And the world, forgetting, has tossed You aside with your story — But nothing is ever lost That has once known glory. So l kiss what is left of your name, Just to remind you, Though you never may know that I came So far to find you' Nor hear any echo again Of human themes, For the hollow feet of the rain March through your dreams. A. Gladys Kernot. Ireland. BOOKS IN DEMAND AT THE AUCKLAND PUBLIC LIBRARY FICTION “the MIRROR OF KONG HO ” by Ernest Bramah, “BRETHERTON OR FIELD GREY.” by W. F. Morris. - “VIRGIN,” by 11. A. Vachell. “MISS WELBY AT STEEN,” by A. Marshall. “BLACK ROSES,” by F. Brett Young. “THEY STOOPED TO FOLLY,” by E. Glasgow. “THE NEAR AND THE FAR,” by L. H. Myers. “the HIDDEN CITY," by P. Gibbs. “WHATEVER GODS MAY BE,” by A. Maurois. “HANS FROST,” by Hugh Walpole. NON-FICTION “SHAKESPEARE,” by John Bailey. “THE WEEK-END BOOK.” “ AFTER. ALL,” by John van Druten. “THE TESTAMENT OF BEAUTY," by R. Bridges. “THE LIFE OF ANNIE BESANT,” by G. West. “LONDON NIGHTS OF LONG AGO,” by S. Desmond. “JULY. 1911,:’ by E. Ludwig. “A PREFACE TO MORALS," by W. Lippmann. "MEN OF THE AFTERMATHby H. Beraud. "A BOOK ABOUT MYSELF ,” by T. Dreiser.