Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Weekly Times, Volume 1, Issue 14, 8 April 1867, Page 79

Select Poetry.

. AHS casement- 1 - And the criSp :aud J mattbd s l®Btfage i-ustles round the cottagedoor ! •• ;;i:i \-\ , Where the;tmaht’Birds are climbing, Tappingon th'eglass undcMming, ' ; 1-; With the Bounding hurst of 'billows breaking-oil the-shingly -shore! 1 " 1 ' -" : " * ’- . - • Watohing by the open casement where the sttiriy blossomacling—• *’ V dreary 'Songthe •weeping stars eveiMßUig-v-* •'* •. Sad and thoughtful sits amaiden, ’ For hbr peaeeiesa'breast is laden 1 Withthe wish- for- hews j of one "whose memoiry makes the-teardrop spring. Bo slie".watches where the sun is fading on a dis“- ; tantsail— - v - Where the- scattered sea-spray- drifts and tosses in the summer gale, l v : : Andher girlish heart is throbbing,' ? like the wild’ wave’s • ceasless sobbing, O! for' weary youth arid-beauty waiting—waiting —waiting for the Mail ! ; us -track the steps so longed for, o’er the parched Australian -plain— Hark the spot that heard the raving death-calls of pain j• - - j. Bee the'iron bark -unaltered, Sheds its leaves where footsteps faltered—footfalls that shall never greebthe watchful glance of Lo ve again 1 J 1 When wild dreams of prattling creeks thrust in his ears their phantom “tones, -v. Here he fell, and clutched for water at the burning sand and stones ; 'fill the tortured spirit wrestled forth its flight—theh'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 neverTremble in the ear of her who .watches-rwaiting E- for the Mail! | " ’ ' t. s. whson.