Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 376, 14 May 1866, Page 1

Select Poetry.

OVEE THE WAT. /('“ONE in Lor childlike purity v£) Out from the golden day; Hading away in the light so sweet. Where the silver stars and the sunbeams meet, Over the silent way. Over the bosom tenderly The pearl-white hands are prest, The lashes he on her cheeks so thin— Where the softest blush of the rose hath been— Shutting the blue of the eyes within The pure lids closed to rest. Over her sweet brow lovingly Twineth her sunny hair; She was so fragile that love sent down, Prom Ids heavenly gems, that soft, bright crown, To shade her brow with its waves so brown, Light as the dimpling air. Gone to sleep with the tender smile, Frozen on her silent lips By the farewell kiss of her dewy breath, Cold in the clasp of the angel Death, Like the last lair bud of a faded wreath, Whose bloom the white frost nips. hob in—hushed in your downy bed Over the swinging bough— Do you miss her voice from your glad duet, When the dew in the heart of the rose is set, Till its velvet lips with the'essence wet, In orient crimson glow ? hosebud—under your shady loaf Hid from the sunny day— Do you miss the glance of the eye so bright, Whose blue was heaven to your timid sight ? It is beaming now in a world of light, Over the starry way. Hearts—where the darling’s head hath lain. Held by love’s shining ray— Do you know that the touch of her gentle hand Doth brighten the harp in the unknown land? Oh, she waits for us with the angel band Over the starry way.