Original Poetry.

Clutha Leader, Volume II, Issue 85, 24 February 1876, Page 7

Original Poetry.

.■'.■■ y :- :■"'•.: ':■■■. !%iloiaw'i.; ; : ■' ,;| WhVdoth. she sit by s the lattico, ';, , | • ; When the stars are tho only light I That'gloamciiU into the chamber — \ ; % Through the strangely night. '4. Why by' the lattico, : ~:i , With her loosely rippling, hair, i „ Mantling her queenly shoulders • . . r J And V/i tli her. regaV^hiteleet bare. '?> 'Tis tho hour f/heh. iiight -is' fragrant, :| 'Tis" th c hour for the Saint's raj fe prayer \ % Then why by the leaf Ojo'tyer^d'ilattioe, * | . r^its the beautiful'^ Lillian '^ ther 6 ? . | The waves "are surging and /Wailing . | . LiVespunda from a' heart's 'dtqepj^oo, rj^fe :•- -- : Borne to her ear iithe^ darkness, ■ \ From the'oceah laved cliff. feolow. , '■ ' But !why so oft by tlie lattice, . s Doth her face to her fair hands bend ; i Moumß she' a wound f ronijher love untrue> \ . \0? weeps she o'er 'a laiihless friend. ' Oh no, but soft oii the night wind, j ■ ' - . Comes a voice with the ocean's .moan, ' f And she feels tlw touch' of fingers , That- may never more clasp hoi 1 own. ■ ■ .-■ Her heart goes fortE in the darkness, : To the shore where his" grave may bo j ■ Afav. where the tropic moonlight, '- Shineth full on tho panting sea. How oft in her starlit chamber. By the lattice lone, and high, . Hath she bent in tearless agony, Oe'r the love of years gone by. ITow soft through her desolation, Steals a quiet, like a mild-eyed dove, And nestles warm in her" bosom, ;■ r, - . For he was worthy of her lovo. ■ : )And she lives o.u strpng, and loving . .. "With a noble pathetic calm ;•. .: , ':' A stately .music in;her life, ■ ' ; ; * Like the 1 music of saints' pure p^alm. Yet c'en, when the midnight cometh, _. To tho lovo of her early years, , , ( ■Is its silent hour 'still given,, ; : And:her womanhood's holy tears. 1 ,-, . ' ,-. „-::. AHITA, Clutha,;loth February, 1876..