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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 14, Issue 8 (November 1939)

Winter Night

Winter Night.

There's snow in the voice of the wind,
dear lass,
With dawn will the world be white,
And the flocks lie up on the lonely hills,
In the bleak and bitter night.
I sit by the warm home hearth, dear
lass,
Where the red flames glow and leap,
But my heart is out on the wintry hills
With the patient, huddled sheep.
Down in the south sheet lightnings
flash,
Sink down and flash again,
And I know they light vast heaving
tracts
Of the dark and troubled main.
Keen, anxious eyes are watching there,
Whilst I sit safe with thee,
But my heart is out with the ships,
dear lass
And the wakeful men at sea.

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