Lady Barker,
Station Life in New Zealand
“ These leagues make a wide water, yet The whole world shall not hide. Now my days leave the soft silent byway, And clothed in a various sort, In iron or gold, on life's highway New feet shall succeed, or stop short Shod hard these maybe, or made splendid, Fair and many, or evil and few, But the going of bare feet has ended, Of naked feet set in the new Meadow grass sweet and wet. I will long for the ways of soft walking, Grown tired of the dust and the glare, And mute in the midst of much talking Will pine for the silences rare ”
