...Drought...
The stream runs dry. Stugnant the pools where the shy trout leapt, IVithered the mint where the grey duck slept, The lilies die. Never a sound of the sweet water flowing, Never a kingfisher darting and glowing. . « Such am I. _IVhere have lain Lovers beneath the green willow trees, Desolate cries for the coming of these. « « « Bul yet again . Fresh shall the lites be now that sicken, Lovers return and the water quicken . ¢. «
Christ, for the rain!
Karakia
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Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 44, 13 May 1932, Unnumbered Page
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79...Drought... Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 44, 13 May 1932, Unnumbered Page
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