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LONG ISLAND SOUND

me | V IND shakes compacted lilac from her sill, A shutter on the ground floor knocks and bangs. Down by the beach a rotten sail still hangs Under the boatshed eaves. All summers spill A something from their play of light and set Unease remembered. Only the dead forget. Unused yet as widow she lies down to count Six score of minutes from the active day And sees, tenderly scanted, the petals mount

Fret, aa scatter, and with the gales away.

Kendrick

Smithyman

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 798, 5 November 1954, Page 25

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86

LONG ISLAND SOUND New Zealand Listener, Volume 31, Issue 798, 5 November 1954, Page 25

LONG ISLAND SOUND New Zealand Listener, Volume 31, Issue 798, 5 November 1954, Page 25

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