Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume IX, Issue 468, 8 April 1867, Page 3

Select Poetry.

WAITING POE THE MAIL. a sun-streak through the casement—- & streams its glory on the door. Anti the crisp mid matted leaiage rustles round the cottage door; Where the truant birds are climbing. Tapping on the glass and chiming. With the sounding burst of billows breaking on the shingly shore! Watching bv the open casement where the starry _ blossoms cling—ever sing— ° • Sad and thoughtful sits a maiden. For her peaceless breast is laden With the wish fur news of one whose memory makes the teardrop spring. Bo she watches where the sun is fading on a distant sail Where the scattered sea spray drifts and tosses in the summer gale, And her girlish heart is throbbing, Like the wild wave's ceaslesssobbirg, O! for w eary youth and beauty waiting—waiting —waiting for the Mail! Let us track the steps so longed for, o’er the parched Australian plain— Hark the spot that heard the raving death-calls of his thirsty pain! Sea the iron bark unaltered. Sheds its leaves where footsteps faltered — Footfalls that shall never greetthe watchful glance of Love again! When wild dreams of prattling creeks thrust in his ears their phantom tones, Here he fell, and clutched for water at the burning sand and stones Till the tortured spirit wrestled Forth its flight—then 'possums nestled In the branches, shyly wondering at the heap of brightening bones There he sleeps—and mouldering rags are wasting in the heated gale— Peering from the drifting sand, they flutter forth a fearful tale. Love may watch and wait for ever, But the wished-for voice will never Tremble in the ear of her who watches—waiting for the Hail! F. S. WILSON.