Sunday, August 2, 2009

Farewell Aotearoa: On a Wing and a Prayer

In a far country, and a distant age,
Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth,
A boy was born of humble parentage;
The stars that shone upon his lonely birth
Did seem to promise sovereignty and fame—
Yet no tradition hath preserved his name.
For oft, when he believed himself alone,
They caught brief snatches of mysterious rhymes,
Which he would murmur in an undertone,
Like a pleased bee’s in summer; and at times
A strange far look would come into his eyes,
As if he saw a vision in the skies.

Two excerpts from A Vision of Poesy by Henry Timrod (1828 - 1867)

Best Viewed Large On Black - Kapiti Island from the Air [?]

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