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A 1 OTH against the window beating the delicate bloom of your wing, Diminutive eyes afire, and frantic forelegs scrabbling- ; Turn, turn to the night: You never can reach the'light. But I have hands to lever the frame or smash the stubborn glass, And a mind to follow the tracks my fathers found for me to pass And nourish every spark. I shall not choose the dark. snEleie Locke: +

This article text was automatically generated and may include errors. View the full page to see article in its original form.I whakaputaina aunoatia ēnei kuputuhi tuhinga, e kitea ai pea ētahi hapa i roto. Tirohia te whārangi katoa kia kitea te āhuatanga taketake o te tuhinga.
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New Zealand Listener, Volume 31, Issue 793, 1 October 1954, Page 14

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MOTH New Zealand Listener, Volume 31, Issue 793, 1 October 1954, Page 14

MOTH New Zealand Listener, Volume 31, Issue 793, 1 October 1954, Page 14

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