Original Poetry.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume II, Issue 84, 10 April 1867, Page 3

Original Poetry.

to a lady whose beauty every o:ne likes to look upon. Fair lady ! them art beautiful ! For beauty glistens in thy hair. And on thy brow surpassing fair, And in the rosebud on thy cheek ; And from thy lips, when thou dost speak, The odours of Elysian flowers, In breathings on the listner showers. Stransje, must the mortal be, and dull, Who for an instant looks on th.cc, And sins not in idolatrj' ; If it be sin to worship tliee ? Fair Lady ! Thou art beautiful ! Of nature's works the fairest flower That drinks the dews of evening's hour ; For all the beauties in thee mcct — And thou'rt possessed of every sweet That beauty could on one bestow, Or poets soul desire to know. A myriad v.-ish that flower to cull, To keep it in their bosoms, where It would possess their every care. Alas ! but one the flower can wear. Fair Lady ! thou art beau; if ul ! Thine eyes are gems of love's own light, And ever with the goodness bright ; But 'neath the lashes of thine eyes, A little mischief Cupid lies ; Who flings unerringly his dart, To light a flams in every heart, Regardless how his victims smart. Yet strange— no one desires to pull The arrow from the bleeding wound ; So much of bliss in love is iound, That man would rather sutler pain . Than cease to wear its tangling chain. M. G. IlAii/3i,:aw. Nelson, April 10, 1867.