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THE TIME FOR MIST IS PAST

HE time for mist is past and the time for grief, Gone with the golden sorrow, the falling leaf: Gone with winter and the lean winds and borne Beyond the furious west with suns forlorn. OR now we stand in spring and now we know Truth from the earth and love like a rippled flow: Shall the face draw the blind of tears or learn The world again while all these triumphs burn? WHAT is and shall be with all this bloom is out, Smothered never beneath black snows of doubt:

For this is time gusty with dreams, the spring, In which eternal beauty shows a wing.

J. R.

Hervey

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New Zealand Listener, Volume 19, Issue 490, 12 November 1948, Page 8

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THE TIME FOR MIST IS PAST New Zealand Listener, Volume 19, Issue 490, 12 November 1948, Page 8

THE TIME FOR MIST IS PAST New Zealand Listener, Volume 19, Issue 490, 12 November 1948, Page 8

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