Quinnell, M. M.

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18 MANUSCRIPTSwere still out in the harbor, the proprietor could be seenhustling about to make things a little more comfortable forthe expected guest. In fact, everywhere one looked one couldsee the sleepy town slowly rouse itself and come to the dock.A visitor to this tropical paradise is a novelty. Noonemissed the occasion. Off to the left, the rows of statelycoconut-palms raised their green tasseled heads to the bluesky. Here was the life blood of Port Moresby. Here was thegold. Here was the only reason Port Moresby existed.§ § § §ProphecyWhen I die,I shall lie with the EarthAnd from us shall springSome new green thing,To say,"I am life,She has sent me to remind you of the love shefound."And the body of the Earth shall be sweetto me,Even as a lover's;But, perhaps, after centuries,I shall tire of the same kiss,Tire of the same dark ann.So shall I rise, in other form?A tree top seeing the sunOr a vine of ivy fingeringThe cool marble of an ancient pillar?Or shall I remain dust, and waitTo welcome those who join me?-M. M. Quinnell

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