LAMENT
While drowsing in the tropic sun Of waking city I did dream— Thin streak of smoke in clean blue sky, Sun-tipp’d buildings, sharp and high, In chilly air, Everywhere Typistes in costume gay, “ Good-day ” From clerks they meet along the way, Cheery hustle, Always bustle— Then I slowly roused from idle dream And curs’d the drowsy tropic sun. While looking up at tropic moon I thought I saw the fairy lights Of many windows ; heard within Music drowned in merry din Of wine lit glee, Night long spree ; Billowing skirts and eyes Did rise, The men folk there to tantalize ; Love and laughter— Who cares after ? But too soon my thoughts of fairy lights Were drowned by glaring tropic moon. While slaving sunny hours away At dreary desk in drab, dull room ; Or breathing stuffy atmosphere— Crowded halls and smoke and beer ; I long to laze All my days Carefree neath tropic sun ; Or come The night, to lie neath tropic moon— Never worry, Never hurry : But I’m doomed to work in this dull room And waste my weary life away.
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Korero (AEWS), Volume 2, Issue 18, 11 September 1944, Page 20
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182LAMENT Korero (AEWS), Volume 2, Issue 18, 11 September 1944, Page 20
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