Select Poetry.

Hawke's Bay Weekly Times, Volume 2, Issue 93, 12 October 1868, Page 245

Select Poetry.

l v- .. . MOSS ON A'WALL. -•-. : - =. ■ t iSSlMdreamsitliatli ofsingingwaya— ■? ;> <3? \Of.far-oflf-wpodlahd water.heads; • Andshinin&endsof Aprildays Amongst VAo'yellow runnel beds. ; :, 'A-•* '‘■.■i ; ' ■ - :; , -- J J .. Stoop , closer to tlie ruined , wall , Wherein the wilful .wildling sleeps . ./.ABif its homewerewnterf&U By dripping clifts and shadowy steeps. ; A iittlewaif'whose heauty takes "V' 1 A. touching tone hecaufle it dwells So far 'away from mountain lakes - > ; .Aiid .lily-leaves and lightening fells. : Deep-hieldden in delicious floss, • ’ It nestles, sheltered from the heat; . A gracious growth of tender moss /Whose nights are soft, whose days are sweet. Swift gleams across its petals run -• With.winds that hum a pleasant tune; , Serene surprises of the sdn ': ‘ And whispers from the lips of noon. The evening-colored apple-trees Aye faint with July’s frosty breath, . But 10, this stranger getteth ease. ■' And shines amidst the strays of Death ! i And at the turning of the year. • . When August wanders in the cold, 3)ke raiment of the nurseling here v:; ; Is rich with green and glad with gold. O, friend of mine, to one whose eyes - //Are vest because of alien things. - Tor ever in the wall-moss lies The peace of hills and hidden springs. ’ Trom faithless lips and fickle lights . The tired pilgrim sets bis face, And thinketh here of sounds and sights In. many a lovely forest-place. And when by sudden fits and starts '■ The' sunset on the. moss doth burn He often dreams; and lo the marts .' And streets are changed to dells of fern. ; Tor, let me say, the wildling placed , By hands unseen amongst these stones lies tores a Past by Time effaced; - Lost loves and long-forgotteu tones! As sometimes songs and scenes of old Come faintly unto you and.me, ‘ When winds are wailing in the cold . j And rains are sobbing on the sea. Hehey Kendaix.