Rudyard Kipling: Auckland


Rudyard Kipling: Auckland (The Song of the Cities)

Last, loneliest, loveliest, exquisite, apart,
On us, on us the unswerving season smiles,
Who wonder 'mid our fern why men depart
To seek the Happy Isles!
 
Dec. 13, 2023, Photo

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