Poetry.

Manawatu Standard, Volume IV, Issue 240, 6 September 1884, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

Not Yet.

Njt yet," she cried, " not yet, I It is the dawning, and life looks so fair, Give me my little hour of sun and dew, Is ip a sin that I should crave my share, ; The common sunshine and the common air,: B :fore I go away, dark shade with you ? <; : ..Not yet!" " Not^et^Bha cried, "not yet! . Thg-day- is hot and the noon is pulsing slgongv). Ani every hour is measured by a task ; There is no.time for sighing or for song, Leave me a J little longer, just so long As till my work is done— 'tis ; alH ask, , x Notyet!" "Not jet"," she cried, "not yet! Nightfall is near, and I am tired and frail, Day was' too full, now resting time has come ; Let tne.sit still and hear the nightingale, And. see, the sunset colors shift anipale, Before rtake tlie long, hard journey home ; * "--,, Notyet!" And to all" these m turn, Comes Death, the. unbidden, universal guest, With deep and afgenVmeanings' m his eyes, And flowers upon his brow; his' breast,""* ■* ' Wh%W "Life is- good, but I amjbetf ;' ' And never! parted soul looks back and 1 cries: ' GU?- ...Notyet!" ... '■: ; 01 7 .• . ... — Susan Goolidgc. ■ ;