Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 377, 17 May 1866, Page 1

Select Poetry.

THE BACHELOR. Oh. solitude! -where are thy charms?—Cowpek. gjjyo house and no home, no children, no wife, S* Ah! who would not pity a bachelor’s life ? He sleeps (so do oxen), he eats, and he drinks. But there’s no one to care what he suffers or thinks. One woman he speaks to, but all she can say Js, “ What will you have for your dinner to-day ?" On a Monday some slight variation is made. When the laundress comes In for her bill to be paid. Alas! for the outcast from all he holds dear, With no one to love him, and no one to cheer; With none that would mourn were he laid in the tomb — Except for the guinea he paid for his room. With no one to love, save a dog or a cat: Ah! why fill the soul with affection for that ? As well hug the fish in the fathomless seas, As caress such insensible creatures as these. I’d as lief he a baby and cling to a doll, As fondle a poodle, cat. monkey, or poll; ’Tis the speech of the soul that I long for alone. The communion of spirits akin to mine own. Oh! the chords of the heart, how intensely they yearn For some one to love who will love in return; For some one to hear what no stranger must know; For some one to cling to in weal and in woe— A some one to miss, when that one is away; A some one to bless, when we kneel down to pray; Some “ companion in arms In the battle of life. That “ some one,” ah 1 who can it be ?—but a wife! E.C.B.