ORIGINAL POETRY.

Southland Times, Issue 690, 1 July 1867, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

TOE— Gf-en tie girl, when first we met, Thy. beauty made me glad and gay j - ■ Oh ! happy moments— ah, but yet, Why did Fate prolong my stay ? But I was glad, when the darkening storm, And the clouds of night came on apace ; As I gazed on- thy fair and fragile form, . Thy witching eyes, and lovely face. When you sang me' the songs I loved of old, With that gentle smile, and winning art; My looks to thee too plainly told, That, dearest girl, I'd lost my heart. .'.: Oh ! happy were those days we roved, Aa I rode by thy palfrey's bridle rein: / Happy ! oh! happy— the days we loved, Alas ! — they'll never come again. That joyous cup, but once is given," - To youth and beauty, the pure and free ; like a flood of silver light from Heaven, . Such was the love I've borne for thee. As the opening rose, on a dewy morn, Q-ently upheld by its slender stem j If once that lovely flower is torn, It never bloometh forth again. But rancorous env's fiery dart Is launched forth, and we must sever : But oh ! sweet lady, this true heart Ib given to thee — to love for ever. To j^ p MlT\Tn3rt)s'inne to Bee~ r ** I never can forget the past, My heart and soul are given to thee. No more the bright and gladsome hours ; Love, hope, and joy, alike are gone ; The darkling future dimly lowers, Cn earth, thenceforth I am alone. ■ Farewell, gentle girl, farewell, JSb more my mournful harp awaking Shall of this blighted spirit tell, For lady — oh ! my heart is breaking. J