ORIGINAL POETRY.

Bay of Plenty Times, Volume II, Issue 153, 21 February 1874, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

hove received the following verses from an anonymous correspondent. The poetry is so good, and the subject so interesting, that we gladly publish it, although the fair author has not obeyed our rule of sending her real name and address. We fair author, because the hand* writing, though disguised, is evidently that of a ady—the i’a and t’a especially. A portion of one iine is illegible. "To 8.1. W. “ Sweet, in words at length I own What thy heart must know. What my every glance and tone Told thee long ago. Though I never in thine oar Murmured loving sigh, Yet thou knowest I love thee, dear. Just as well as I. t{ Though I strove within my heart Still to keep it hidden. Tones would tremble, tears would start. To the eyes, unbidden. So, dissembling day by day, Burying it from sight, Still, in some unconscious way, Came the truth to light. ‘ Sweetest, dearest, in the blue Of those earnest * * * Which the pure soul glimmers through, All my heaven lies. Round thee fearlessly reposes Every hope of mine, As the tender, trustful rosea Round the trellis twine. At Hushed my spirit’s vague complaining, Quelled its passion hot, Spent its ceaseless, hopeless straining At it knew not what. Now no more a baffled torrent, But a river free. With a calm and constant current Plows my soul to thee."