BENEATH THE TREES.

Te Aroha News, Volume IV, Issue 196, 26 March 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

BEN EATH THE TREES.

Unc^ r thr pi r< adit q trees, In the ea m. swe-.t emnuntr time ; Kowbzure skies aieserem acU Dent. Ji.Bt kissed by th £i.ire«-t or clouc lets -white, Rosy, «md pxirple. and amher bright, In this pcerlet 8 rfouth- 1 n climo ! Urdcr the stately trees At'h- oloteof a -<sbu-uhday; For thp evening bf e< zf « are cool and sweet, An ! ihfi c.dojous blo- c i ra j are fair to greet. T^at lurk in tho no ka «' f a choice retreat JKot ye ry far away. Under tht wH*nen> q trees When- oft 1 have bum before, Mußn.-aloar in m\ early youth. Dreaming chat lov.- w«a a ijeathles3 trutn, Dacminv its b;iss our 1 be mine, loreooth. la tho3e halcyon d-yd of yore. Only an id ; e airo 1 On f.t tli«e -» e?t-rinkled grass; "Whetc chud'ou m fiolicaome mood are at play, 1 coccnr, ) appr, and bright are they An th-y eul» vu:dbloPBoniB and fla* ic:aga. , Making me tniile as 1 pubb. Only an if 'er-trcli ! Bui t.-n gh-, an \ lmger here, I list v> a vtico i^ sweet to me. A voice that ladutctr,* my heave with Klee, Ah ! icfho\ild bo a p^&ing phantaiy, The face and the form that are near. But there's lit-ht In her luucjhing eyes, A smile on her fair s oung face, A strange, sweet fcpeli in nor very name, Tho' if spotiks of an early baffled aim It bears <±i> e.-chau'ment to me the sarco, Enshtiaedinmy stiul'ts embrace. And as wo mcacder on Beneuth the majestic treeß, I list to tho warble s that flit and move •Mid the leafy brjr ches aud boughs above. Acd rec-U the dream of my noyißh love In a way that cannot displease. Ah ms ! such a nig'nt as this Bridges over a. lap3o of years These golden momoLta with gladnfss rife Mak^ me half for-et the reinorfaeless Btrife, Th 9 pn'n and gloom of my joyless life, " f ht sorrow t"o deep for tears. The lipht in her soft blue ejes A pa. sionate love betrays, Her kiss -i-bnt ah ! I should t-^mptthf m not Though Baertd inrieed !b this sjlvan spot, I'or a Nemesis shadows ray pu Sc>nt lot, As it did in mi earliei days. The fctars, like anerel&' eyes, Look do An from tueir dome of blue; And rrio-mbeams are glintiDg athwart the t.ro< s, Tl.e fongsters are silent— bnt on tbe breezs Wuh ita wti r d mysterious harmonics Jtier v ice I am lis v eidn« toA W. Hurry. HtleEßville.