IN THE LANE.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 207, 18 June 1887, Page 3

IN THE LANE.

And artthou then, my heart, too old, Kvev to leap with love aero in, To feel the strong blood-torrent rolled Through heaving breast and teeming brain 1 Is it no more, my heart, for thee Life's one unquestioned ecstasy? Are faded quite those dim, far days When music mothered every Bound, 'tobon up and do^yn yguth's*ip P y way " a Fared ew'.ZZ 6n eternal round? Has chill of years killed every joy That blossomed for the wandering boy ? •These ape the trees once known so well We felt to them all but beknown ; Their very shadows we could tell From others t>y the forest thrown. The same glad songs from bush and bough— As once we heard, we hear them now. And these sweet flowers beneath my feet, Their young oyes greet us as of yore. The hope, there J ttill they think to meet Her glance that shall not answer more ; Tp us alone it cannot be They're looking up so tenderly. This is the same grey path we took Behind the slowly going day ; Aa they do now, the light leaves shook When evening breezes blew this way ; And there's the glow upon the dome, And here the cows are coining home. Ah, no, good heart, thou still canst stir, Still lives the love first bid thoo leap ; Still are we at the side of her gjhey laid away 'neath yonder steep. Though clods be on her and a stone, In the drear old lane we're not alone. J. CnENEY, in the " Century."