Show S After War WarBy By Nina Murdoch I cannot bear these first spring days Time The dr dreaming wonder of th the air J The green mist dropping on time the grass The golden dappled ol dapple en-dapple shadow there I That with the time branches shifts an and sways swa's I The madrigals of hir birds s that pass I IFor For then I hear time the small white gate Flung wide nn and creaking ns S of old His step swings down the thc garden ways To whistled tune tunc or carol trolled S A silence falls fails I sit and wait e I cannot bear these first spring spring- days aOs I Sydney Bulletin |