new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

Robin Hyde


The Conquerors And Other Poems
 

Gifts
 
Take from the bird Thy gift
Whereby she sings,
Still will she keep her swift
Treasure of wings.
Steal from the rose its scent,
Still is its hue
Splendour made innocent,
Softened with dew.

Silence the singing stream
Hid in my brain
Bid the bright waters gleam
Never again,
Empty were I as shells
Cast on the shore,
Through which the ocean bells
Echo no more.


 
 
 


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Last updated 11 September, 2003