ORIGINAL POETRY.
» SOLILOQUY. The weary toil of day was o'er, And lovely calm t«nd bright The moon looked down and shed around A soft and solemn light. I oped my casement sash and breathed^ The pure and balmy air, I ga2ed upon the starry sky, And on the moon so fair. But soon my thoughts from these were turned, A thrill crept o'er my frame, For on this still and lovely night There rose a low sweet strain. A strain of music soft and sad, A touching tale of woe, Oh ! how that song brought back to me Days'past and long ago. And as the plaintive notes swelled out In cadence rich and clear, Old mem'ries rushed unbidden back Which caused a falling tear. The moonlit air was filled with forms, And visions sad and bright ; Old friends i-ng buried in the tomb, Appeared before my sight. j But as I mused, the song was hushed, And there the spell was gone, My vision fled, and with a sigh— I closed my casement down. EIZA WIIiSOH. Invercargill, Ist Feb., 1866.
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Southland Times, Volume III, Issue 224, 5 March 1866, Page 3
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180ORIGINAL POETRY. Southland Times, Volume III, Issue 224, 5 March 1866, Page 3
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