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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 4041, 10 December 1881, Page 1

Select Poetry.

SPRING LONGINGS.

As for his plighted maiden waits An ardent loTer, fond and true, Who proTes his patienoe at het gates Before she meets his view;

So did I long for thee, sweet; Spring, Through Winter's hard and dreary reign, Ibdt life and brightness thou mightest bring, The dead, dark earth again.

I sought for thee in woodland ways, In many a softly shelter'd spet; Beneath the over arching sprays I sought, but found thee not.

I dreamed of then in .wayside nooks, That woo the fitful morning gleams On banks of placid Talley brooks, And brawling moaniain streams.

But all fcne waste of wintry fields Reyeal'd no flash of tender green ; The homago grisly. Winter yields To where thy feet. ha?e been. And when.l found thee ft fit not

In any sonny, favour'd land, But in'a city garden plot, With snowdrops in thy hand.

And musing in the dull, grey streets, I seemed a partner in tho joy That thrills a lover when he meets His maiden fair and coy.