The Dusk Folk
The Conquerors and Other Poems (London: Macmillan, 1935): 31.
1We are the oldest people, who have watched the world change.
2Sun-glow and star pass by us, and these are no longer strange;
3Nor is it strange when the moonrise, with delicate pointed hands,
4Gathers our thoughts like blossoms, and binds them with crystal bands.
5We are the folk of twilight. The ways of our going are clear
7Silver the locks of our hair, but deep are our hidden eyes
8As the black tarn in the crags, where a quivering water lies.
9We are the wings of a dream that brushed you in sleep, and was gone,
10The silver fruits of the isle you have hungered to look upon;
11We are the thought of your heart, and the shadowy shrill
12Ghost of challenge that rises from the throat of the daffodil.
6] mere: a lake, pond or arm of the sea. Back to Line
Auckland Star, Feb. 3, 1934. Supplement: 1.
RPO poem Editors:
Cameron La Follette