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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