While the dull talk idly streams,He sits upon the bank and dreams,Till some careless word that's saidFinds a fellow in his head...
Poem: "The Wit" In: A.E. Currie. New Zealand Verse, (1906), p. 198
A time will come, a time will come,(Though the world will never be quite the same),When the people sit in the summer sun,Watching, watching the beautiful game.Arnold Wall