ORIGINAL POETRY.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume 4, Issue 371, 10 February 1880, Page 2

ORIGINAL POETRY.

A DREAM IN A SONG. A liquid rippling of some soft touched notes, Seeming familiar, though I know not why, And then a low voice through the silence floats— A tide of pain that ebbs into a sigh ; Tbe words so simple, yet so full of woe ; The music sad, and yet so sadly sweet; Its power o'er me but I alone could know, For in that song a past year's pulses beat. The circling faces vanish from my sight, The brilliant colors fade away from view, The gas is softened into clear moonlight, Too song seems sounding from a distance too; The night wind whispers through the trees above, That cast their shadows quivoring where we stand : I'm looking downwards in eyes full of love, And in my own I clasp a warm, soft hand. Not much we speak—mere words would break the" spell— A whispered name, breathed in love's tenderest tone— The night—our souls—the song—the aoft wind's swell— And the cold moon—seem all together grown. A moment since, and these were all apart, Time's sand-glass turns, and they are joined for aye— A picture, painted by some subtle art In colors that can never fade away. The music ceases, and the moonlit scene Fades from my sight—a dream of days long dead. The "mocking memories of what once has '■'• been— ! •' The heart will weep tho wasted wine it shed. Back from a haunted past, delusive days; From heart-warm worship at a clay-cold shrine, Awake, no more in love-lit eyes to gaze ! Awake, to find no soft, warm hand in mine. D. N. Y.