Koroheke's Dream.

Huntly Press and District Gazette, Volume 4, 30 April 1915, Page 3

Koroheke's Dream.

Said Koro’ to his gentle spouse When they’d retired for rest. “ My letter has the folks aroused, As mighty you have guessed. And lovers on all sides, I’m sure, Will hail me champion bold, Since through these lines in Huntly’s Press Their hardships I have told.” He read the Lues his face a-beam Till reading brought him sleep; And lulled by mental echoes still His slumber soon was deep. Then fancy round him cast her net He saw a fairy face Which soon to wings and body joined Showod Cupid in its place, Who raised the page and read the lines. Threw back his head and roared His little frame fair rocked and swayed, And eyes flashed fire abroad. “Thou’t old my man, thou’t old and dense — ” Twas thus the elfin spoke—- “ Didst think my archery so poor That I must, needs invoke, The aid of your good Huntlyites To build for me a park. Where, sheltered from the winds ■ that blow, My shafts might find their mark? Pray corne with me ere morning breaks, Across yon silver stream Where mirrored moon sails deep in lakes, Begirt with willows green. I'll show thee where the Cupids’ sport And bathe in Luna’s beams, Where battles of the heart are fought And youth creates its dreams. I’ll picture for thee Sunday eve Beneath yon hedge of Palm That shelters more than dickybirds, When churches ring with psalm. Within the gorse that skirts the stream Before yon dairy farm, I’ll show thee mounds of man and maid A-drugged with love’s swe et balm.

I’ll show thee cheeks with fire aglow ’Neath bonnet all awry, And loosened locks that pads and pins Provokingly defy. And if thou’lt tread but soft with me The whispered words to hear, We’ll eavesdrop on our Huntly bloods, Believing no one near. I’ll wager thee they’ll ridicule The author of such lines. And wilt thou wonder at their jest When thou shalt see thesesigns. How little love in Huntly lags For want of floral bowers. When gorse and ti-tree take the place Of multi-coloured flowers? And when thou thus hast used again Those eyes now dimmed and old, Thy views on love recast will be In quite another mould : And keep thyself well out of print Is my advico to thee,” And kindly take the gentle hint From Tweedle Dum and Deo.