A SONNET.
A yellow moon, slow rising through the trees, Dropping long shadows o'er the quiet earth, Sweet inarticulate voices in the breeze, Of sudden birth and death, of pain and mirth ; And breathings deep of meadow-cropping kine Knee-high in clover, and the distant cry Of some belated lamb ; a long faint line Of gl>ry in tho West, so loth to die. I, walking thro' this, fairy land of mine, Fronting the inoun, udown the meadow slope, Felt a child's little fingers these entwine. Stoopmsr, I kint him, and rose up to cope With the world, fearless made, with peace divine Welling within my heart, where was not hope ! Wuikatn.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2122, 13 February 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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110A SONNET. Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2122, 13 February 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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