Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Weekly Times, Volume 1, Issue 11, 18 March 1867, Page 61

Select Poetry.

/ •’rEUiNTINQ.iTHE WIND. "' *• sfcofHEN"the lfre is burning bright. ' ' • vAnd the.ketfclft hUma'iiTift ringa*. In,tbehappywlnter night, , - ■ - ..Children' talk'd!' inanythiiigs: , . v, , , And;of fairies in the wood,, • • Tretty thingstfiax ought to - be, And surelywoiild be iftbey could t Then the wihdcomes creeping near, . . Tired.of-fighting with thetfaes, . llat’ning -with a sort of.fear, ■ To suchmeory souhdsas'these; Crying like a child .in pain, ' , , With a foolish ceaseless din, "Knocking on the'glass again. Vs'. Begging themto let.it in t

Out spake little Curlyhead; “This.poor .wind is takenili; Boon it will be lying dead On the frozen window sIIL , Very cruel, children, wo If we let it die alone— If we do hot run and see Why it makes that dreary moan* And he flung the window open wide, And the wind came tearing through. Dashing everything aside With its hullartoulla-100 !. Blowing both the candles out—• .Soaring, rushing, raying by— Scattering the smoke about— While the children scream and fly I Out spake little Curlyhead, < - Though his-breath he,scarce can draw •• Nurse would snatch us off to bed If this horrid mess she saw ! Kent the thankless creature low— Seize it—catch it—if you can. I will teach it manners, though; If I live to be a man !” Chubby arms are flung about, - Toddling feet run here and there— Borne would chase the. creature out, Some would tie it to a chair— * While the eldest of the crowd , . . S)iuts the window where she stands, Little Blue.eyes shouts aloud Bhe has caught It in her hands ! Curlyhead with manly rage ' Stamps his foot and cries, “ Hurrah l” Bedcheeks brings an empty cage,. . Where no pretty birdies are.; ' little fat and fair, > , follow’d hands} above, her.head, ... Moves with cautious footsteps where Bedcheeks stands with Curlyhead. '

Cuflyhead the cage doth hold, Bedcheeks kee'psit open wide, Little Blue-eyes, when she’s told, Thrusts her two fat hands inside. Ah! -they have the fellow now, Little Bluc : eyes shouts anew; ■ : Cnrlyhead performs a'how, . . Bedcheeks makes a curtsey too l Hangthe cage up if you will ; • • Clap your hands ye hunters rare. But he is' so sad and still— Are you sure that he is there? . Ah, the days are coming when ' You’ll have many a chase asi blind;—* ' Capture, triumph; laugh, and then But an empty casket.find. ‘ -Aunt for October. *'