VERSES OLD AND NEW.

Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1651, 18 January 1913, Page 9

VERSES OLD AND NEW.

, J - NIGHTFALL. rhe western amber fades to chrysoprose, , The world is half asleep for weariness: With soft caress . : The' gentlo mist a soothing finger, lays Upon tho throbbing temples of the earth, Which lies aweary of the splendid',noon, ~ The, sun's fierce wooing, and.tho'zephyr's mirth; ' • ■ 7" • Tired of the day and all: " i .These, passing soon, Yet leave behind a vibrant mmtioty,'. V Which, but an hour since, burned upon tho skies " 1 In crimson and fierce gold,, but now;, is ■. dead. ... 'v- ■ ■ '• ■ ' And as tho memory dies, the weary head Droops, and sweet nescience. seals the ■•languid eyes: . • . . ITio earth finds rest; . For lo! the light is vanished from the West. ■ (; V". —W. N. Ewer. ■; ICBATS. .^ Well might John Keats have wandered up .■ and down ■ ~ ■ |, • ' ■ This stubble field, and-paused just here to. The angry purple of. tho, distant town,'*.. .The ragged hedge, and^tornsheafV tawny. Sometimes I think ha docs, and'alinost see The stopping form, the dark.'tUmulWous .eyes,' . ■ • ■ , ' The full hot lips that over semi to bo : Parted'in some strange passioiiato surmise. Then from the past tho. wizard breeze . wafts faint ' ~ . . Borne wistful echo of his troublous day,, And my touched heart coniplains with his • complaint..-.' , ■ ''Why should our .young Endymion fade. AJas-'tho gathering-mists whirl fast and ! - dim, " ; ' To think too closely is'to bamsh torn. —E. A; Eric Shepherd. - - 'IN DEVON. ~ ' There's a littlo spot I'm knowing , ■ In rsd ■ Dovish, -by ■ the sea, . . With the tangled docroso blowing . v And the'whitehorn.flowering free; . 'And the larks above are .singing, And >1 think no birds thero bo like the birds that sing in Devon,' In red'.Deyoh,. by; tho sea.. . / There's a little nintd I'm knowing, / In red Devon, by' the sea. .' . .. , ' When the wild, 'wet winds are blowing , Sho puts :up a"prayer for me; ' 0! she's sweet.as summer rosea, . , And I think lib.maid there be like mv maid, that dwells m Devon, In red Devon, by tho sea. . ■.. _ ■ —Lina Jeph6on. ' BOUND TO THE MAST. When mildly falls the deluge of, the iricads _ begin to rise like. Noah's .. ; flood, ■ - v " Ind o'er the hedgerows flow, and onward . pass .. „ . • ' ■ Dribbling thro" many a wwd. When hawthorn trees their flags of truce

unfurl, And dykes are spitting violets,to the breeze. . ' When meadow larks their jocund flight will'curl- ,-''i • n.. • -' ' From Earth's to Heavens leas. Ah! then the poefa dreams are most sublime. 'A-sail on seas that know a heavenly calm. y And in his song you hear v the rncrs rlft-mo And the first bleat of tho lamb. Then ' when tho summer evenings fall .serene , , Unto tho country dance his songs repair, 'And you may moct gomo. maids with B "angels' -mien," «'»■"''■■' "•" •■ ' Bright eyes,-with-twilight hair,,.;-' When; autumn's crayon tones tho green loaves- sero And breezes honed on 'icebergs hurry passed, iWhen meadow-tides have ebbed and .woods grow droar Aiufobow Before tho blast. When briers mako semi-circles on the way; When blackbirds hide their flutes and ccraer and die; SVhcn i swollen rivcis lose themselves, and stray , '" Beneath a murky sky.' Then doth tho poet's voice like cuckoo's break, i , And round his vorso tho hungry lap- ,.' wing grjoyos, J, And melancholy in his dreary .wake The funeral'of the '-leaves, ■< ' ' Then, ■ when tho autumn dies upon tho , plairi, .Wound in the snow aliko his right and , wrong. z The poet sings—albeit a sad strainBound to tho wait of Song. ' . —Francis 8., ledwidge. — I GENESIS. , Out of the silence, song; ■ Out of tho bud, a Out of the rose, tho scent' The wood-wind blows. ' Out of the years, a faith; Out of life's travail, truth; Out; of 'tho heart, the charm Of ageless youth.

Out of the things unseen, Out .'of the! inner dream. Ever in beauty.is born" The love supreme! ' >' '. —Arthur Wallace Peach,