POETRY

Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 349, 15 January 1903, Page 2

POETRY

POSG. /, >. My sweetheart's abroad! All the meadow's astir With the music of crickets that chirrup of her, And the courier breeze rides ahead that he may Gke tidings my sweetheart is passing that way. My sweetheart's abroad! Every fern in the glen Unfurls, that my sweetheart is coming *g»ai . . . In tne heart of a lily, a drowsy tea hums, ' She's coming, she's coming, she's coming, she comes.' My sweetheart's abroad! Every leaf of the tree Is crowing his brother her passing to see; A mother rose bids every petal she hath To wing its way swiftly and wait in her path. My sweetheart's abroad 1 And the sun, for her sake, Set s rapturous seal on the lips of the lake; The clouds stand entranced in their

splendid surprise At the lit of her lagh, and the light of her eyes. , —Ethbl M. Exlley in Frank Leahe's Monthly. "" SONNET. Ah me! Ah me! the day when lam dead, And all of me that was immaculate. Given to Darkness, lies in shame or state, Surely my soul shall come to that last bed, And weep for all the whiteness that was red, Standing beside the ravished ivory gate, When the pale dwelling-place is desolate, And all the golden rooms untenanted. For in the smoke of that last holocaust, When to the regions of unsounded air, That which is deathless still aepireß and tends, Whither, my helpleßS soul, shall we be To what disaster cf malign Despair, Or Terror of unfathomable ends ? A. D.