Disappointed
My soul is like a garden overgrown, My heart is like a dead pomegranate tree, A woodland grove bereft of minstrelsy, A nest from which the birds long since have flown. I have exchanged sweet Manna for a sione, And bartercl freedom for captivity; I have forgone my birthright; now have I Nor right nor wish to call my soul my own. Yet if I saw you passing in the strect, And you should look at me as once before, I think the sun would shine for me once more, And Autumn turn to resurrected Spring; And I would leave behind my leaden feet, And feel the impulse of @ soaring wing.
MAURICE
BARING
Awarded First Prize by the "Saturday Review" in a competition for a sonnet in the manner of Christina Rosetti. QUELDELUATEQCUDELEUUEUERSUDOUDERTECUBCRETOREDOUUEREPREROEQEREREURERQEREGEEREUES ‘ j FEUUETERESES GUNbi
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Radio Record, Volume II, Issue 14, 19 October 1928, Page 12
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137Disappointed Radio Record, Volume II, Issue 14, 19 October 1928, Page 12
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