<B>Hay Machine _e_</B> (<A HREF=mailto:vico@indigo.ie>vico@indigo.ie</A>) from newcache2.indigo.ie at 10/14/99 03:48PM<BR>
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Heretofore unpublished delight from the pen of Hay Machine (e):
                      

         Hazel Lavery (1880-1935)


In bank and burning copse I've seen it play.
flowers grow and some things wither in its way.
the black syrup of the lake suspends its fire.
Tyrants thrive a while upon its poison then expire.
In higher plains the force that makes the Heavens' quake 
that spins the planets and the himmalayas make
resides in art and its beholder's eyes
and in a life like Lady Hazel Lavery's