ORIGINAL POETRY.
THE MOANING OF THE WIND.
Chill the evening was and dreary ; Without, fast paltering, fell the rain, As he, sitting worn and weary, And with dull and aching brain, •While the moaning wind was speaking, Listened to its mournful strain. Sad the tale it seemed to utter, Pausing ofttimes in its flight — Seemed to say, with many a flutter, " Why sit you here alone to-night — Alone, unheeded, and in sorrow, Musing in the waning light ? "' Ever moaning, ever flying, Whispered of a youthful bride ;—; — Told for whom his heart was sighing Morn and noon and eventide, And why that bridal-ring and blossoms Lay before him side by side. Through the open casement stealing, As his brow it gently fanned, It seemed in tenderness revealing The soothing of a lily hand, And murmuring, told him of his darling, Waiting in the better land. On his cheek a tear-drop glistened, For these visions of the mind But fed his anguish, as he listened, With a soul to grief resigned — Listened to the pattering rain-fall, And the moaning of the wind.
Petto. Leith-street, Dunedin, December, 1870.
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Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 149, 15 December 1870, Page 7
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185ORIGINAL POETRY. Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 149, 15 December 1870, Page 7
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