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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 4035, 3 December 1881, Page 1

Select Poetry.

INTO TEE PAST.

Back to the past that glimmers Dim as the Milky Way, To the beautiful past that it yourt and mint, My thoughts have wandered today;' Id sooth, 'tis a wondrous region, Where shadows abide and dreams ; But your face shines out of the du*k at timei In a halo of bright sunbeams. Your face, as at first I knew it, With setting of sunlit hair; There are fair, sweet things in this past of OUM But you are the fairest there. There's the sound of a south wind sighing All over this dreamy land— At the rush and retreat of the wares that beat And break on a silent strand. ' ', - There are paths in"a misty forest That stretches down to the sea. They are full of your presence my lore! my love! Gone like a dream from me. The leaves hare your tender whisper,; The flowers hare your lovely smile } ■» ■"> Your form gleams up from the .mirroring stream, I turn—you are* gone the while. Gone—and the groves grow dusker; ' ' '- A wind sweeps in from the sea; There's an angry red in the western sky— ;'• ' This past has a dread for me.' And I know, if I follow the footpath - That leads to the wild, red West, That the sun will sink and the darkness fallBut'tis only a dream at best. - .- Only a dream—yet surely; Before I awake and weep, I shall see you once as I saw you last, In this sleep that is not a sleep. -, ■ , You will stand with your face averted, ','■ Your hand will push me away;'' ' Ah, white, wild face that is kid from me! „ 1 know what your lips would say. 1 - And the words fall chill as the shadow Of death on a dead man's brow— " Farewell; and if ever you loved me, Hate and forget me now."" E. COBBETT NIOHOMOX. —From People's Friend. ' ,■ .