Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 7, Issue 387, 21 June 1866, Page 1

Select Poetry.

NEVER MIND THE BEST. f iTTWAS in the lovely month of June I courted lizzie lee l tL xhe crested wavelets murmur’d, and the moonbeams kiss’d the sea, I whisper’d in her ear soft words; her hands In mine I press’d: And, as I drew her nearer still—well, never mind the rest. We wander’d slowly; hand in hand, with heads together bow’d; Our words were low and softly said: our sighs were long and loud; I ask’d her if she loved me, and her head droop’d on her breast; I listen’d, and the answer was,—well, never mind the rest. The evening deepen’d into night, the stars lit up the sky, Again I whisper'd; and again her answer was,—a sigh. At that fair shrine 1 humbly knelt, my hope and love confess’d; I was absolv’d; a day was named; and,—never mind the rest. The happy moments pass’d away: the day at length arrived; My bliss was so ecstatic, ’tis a wonder I’ve survived. Of course she was with lace enrobed, with orange blossoms dress’d; And,—in a copy of the Times you’ll surely And the rest. G.H.O.