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Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4490, 26 May 1883, Page 1

Select Poetry.

WHAT MY LOVER SAID. By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom, In the orchard path he met main the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume, And I tried to pass, bat he made no room; Oh, I tried, but he would net let me*; I So I stood and blushed till the grass grew red, With my face bent down above it, While he took my hand, as he whispering said— :-/.■; - - r;V'•' How the clover lifted its pink, sweet head, To listen to all that my lover said! Oh , the.clover in bloom! I lore it. In the high wet grass went the path to hide, And the low wet leaves hung over; • But I could not pass on either side. For I found myself, when I vainly, tried, In the arms of my steadfast lover. And he held me there, and he raised my head, While he cloßed the path before me; [ And he lopked down intojnyeyes and said — Mat tho "leaves D6nf" mimFfeofii* ~tmVowsT o'erhead, To listen to all that my lover said, Oh, the leaves hanging lowly o'er me. I I am sure that he knew when ho held me fast, That I must be all unwilling; -: ! For I tried to go, and I would have passed, As the night was come with .the dews at last, Tho sky with its stars was filling,- ' ■ ■ Bnt he clasped me close when I would have fied, And he made me hear his story, And his soul came out from his lips and said— How the stars crept out from the white moon led, To listen to all that my lover said, Oh the stars and the moon in glory. I know that, the grass and the leaves will not tell, And I'm sure that the wind, precious rover, Will carry his secret so safely and well That no being shall ever discover One woi'd of the many that rapidly fell From the eager lips of my lover. And the moon and the stars that looked over Shall never reveal what a fairylike spell They wove round about -ris that night in the dell, In the path through the dew-laden clover; Nor echo the whispers that made myhcsart swell, • ■'-..■•' ■ As they fell from the lips of my-lover.