TREASURE

Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 9, 12 September 1930, Page 31

TREASURE

HERE are remembered things, Strange, lovely things, Not for the hands, But for the heart to hold. _ Dark trees, lanterned with gold By sunset, seabirds’ wings. Still pools that lie * Brimmed with dark water Filled with stars. Pale evening sky, _.And sunset bars _ Swept by the coloured ebb "Of day withdrawn. White foam that spills Over the cloudy weirs of dawn, Far purple. hills. Moonlight and starlight, — Shadow, wind and shower, And: rain-wet. flower, ‘When ‘winds are grey — And no bird sings, These.things I ponder-

Lovelytings:

D.

P.