OUR GARDEN GATE.

Hawke's Bay Times, Issue 1622, 23 October 1874, Page 401

OUR GARDEN GATE.

T. S. FITZGERALD. ...„'. : We swung upon the garden gate:- , No happier folk's could you discover ; She was my little sweetheart,' Kate, And I—her faithful lover. . . I told her talcs in baby rhyme, I sang the songs all babies know, ;... ■ While, like tl:c pendulum of Time, The gate swung to and fro. Her tiny head of tangled gold Bowed grave assent to all she heard— Of how the prir.ee; in day's of old, a•" Once loved a forest bird, ~.,: Which ; carolling so blithe and free, And in the rarest plumage drest, ; , j Escaped its spell of sorcery, And stood a'maid contest; Or, of that kiug who wisely sat In parlor, counting out his " siller ;" Of Lord }1 ayor Richard and his cat, And Jack the Giant-Killer. And Katie heard, without a word, , Dissecting mute a laurel leaf, And cunning he who could have stirred Her infantine belief. We leaned against the garden gate ; She pulled some roses wet with dew. I said, " I love you dearly, Kate, . And you, and only you 1 " Then; oh I the eyes that looked at me, The hand that did the roses pull, The peifect form—could woman be More brightly beautiful 1 The flowers between her finger-tips Dropped dowuand blushed about her feet; The murmur died upon her lips, So silent and so sweet. Her eyes were on the fallen rose, My heart beat high ; I softly placed— Nor did my darling interpose— An arm about her waist, And then I kissed my cousin Kate, As slowly in the perfumed weather, We passed the ancient garden gate, Where once we swung together.