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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3867, 21 May 1881, Page 1

Select Poetry.

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Again the trees stand bare upon the moor, And btnd tfafir withered heatt Wfcr» tbe

wind; . r ;r j( , . (jl _ Again the snow » h'eapedf up at tbtfibor. And fart jVfnafcing many a ftfiv Mind. The spring Mini into lummer Ume/and Jane Fell into autumn and her fruitful itore ; Deoembtr eonuw agfiajto the old tune, And we, are lovers stilt—and nothing more. Now, why should we delay Jbor nwh delight j Defer thehdjjeyatfd wait for evil days lo cover love'i .young blossom with a blight, " And sow the aMBg o f »orrow on otff w»y»? |if we, mdeed, have lore enoiMr to lif * •*' -* ' Why ehould we make a fear that it not iJt? eVv°uld ¥ortuiie any blearing gir«, V>* While we e«re not to woo her with%¥<wr?,./ There is a time when life is life indeed, When love is love.aud all about is bright; It « betrothal when great joy has need : , Of sleep to cool the .hot heart of delight; Because of you this sweetness came to me, . And with a chain of flowers my life was'led, < But after all what may the meaning be! Why a betrobhil if we may not wed ?

Why will you give me but a little love,

And spread it over many droning days ? Why for a little fault will you reprove And spoil the harmony of pleasant ways? If you will serve-me so, then let the eyes Of my own fault accuse me while I live : But I may learn, it is cot all a prize To win a woman who could not forgive.

It may he that you will not speak again, But I have felt that I must come to say That you have filled my weary weeks with

pain, . " And I have had no peace for many a day.: Though you still hold the power that would bless My years, and with full joy my life endow. Yet your unkindness brings me to confess, -c I S; I never lovedyou less than I love noi^. ; • # # # * * * #■■• ■'■■ ' '

Now in my heart of hearts do I rejoice, And still I do repent for my hard speech, Which turns upon me cow that your dear voice Has placed the golden fruit within my reach! Let us be married in the early spring, When blossoms bring new honey for, the bees, . • . ,- .

And when new daisies come and new bhdf--'----aing, - - And new green leaves ctme out upon old trees. • : ' : : ..'■■■

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