POETRY

Te Aroha News, Volume VII, Issue 447, 19 February 1890, Page 3

POETRY

A DREAM OF THE SEA. As the waves dash in, the drifted brine O’er my chilled and eager brow Sweeps like the touch of auld lang syne Till I dream of long ago. O, weird dank drift, ’neath thy quickening hand, The'tremulous years roll back. Again at the gate of life I stand. And gaze down its unknown track. When soft and full the spell of the sea Vibrated within my soul, ’Tis now but the chords of memory That are stirred by the wave’s deep roll. I dreamed, ’twas the heritage of life, That those waves might be my home. That thro’ changeful scenes of calm and strife, A wanderer I might roam." ’Tis a dream, I know, but oft and again, Whenever I feel the brine. The vision which now brings only pain Sore, troubleth this heart of mine. And still with a deep, unchanging love, No matter the pain it bring. The spell of the waves hath skill to move My soul with their murmuring. ’Tis dear as of old. though never now May my dream be more than dream; The waves dash in—o’er my troubled brow Their spray and the sun-rays gleam. Then I wake to the work I And anear. Whilst the day yet shines for me, Though its issues lie in another sphere . Than the dream of memory. E. H. Gulliver.