Poetry.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XI, Issue 262, 2 December 1876, Page 1

Poetry.

—0 DEEP AND TRUE. Look in mine eyes, my fairest, As I look into thine ; Say, is the love thou bearest As deep and true as mine ? — Deep as the sea unfathomed, True as the clinging vine ? Aye, in these orbs clear-beaming, Serene, and soft, and blue, Like .stars in still lakes gleaming, Mine, imaged there, I view, And know the love thou feelest For me is deep and true. Lay now thy hand, my dearest, In mine, and as thou dost, Say, if in aught thou feareßt On my right hand to trust, Leaning on man securely, As woman ever must. Ah ! in thy hand no trembling To meet my clasp I feel ; True faith hath no dissembling, True love is strong as steel ; I'll hold this hand for ever Through life, come woe or weal. Enough. No other token I ask thy faith to prove, I want no words low-spoken To tell me thou dost love — The eye and touch haA/e language Though lip or tongue ne'er move. Now let me draw thee nearer, And breathe my heart's delight, Whispering that thou art dearer To me than life or light, In wordsas soft as breathings Of air in leaves at night. J. F. Waller.