Lights of Love. (IN THE MOONLIGHT.)

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume II, Issue 11, 24 June 1899, Page 1

Lights of Love. (IN THE MOONLIGHT.)

The moon in a glamoious lay In peavls and opas is het, And the stais in ibe vast mi.ky way In celestial kisses -aie met ; The lights in the aiolite bkits, Beam in beauty und hope upon me ; My love you aie these in mine ejes, And the lights of those eyes are but 111 1 'tbee. The Southern Crops is iheie hung, liiehly jewelled in a clear, calm serene And an "Anchor is outlined and swungv And encased in a giitteuug Bheen ; ' Baie ruby-link chains tlieae design, > A' tvue Heavt bapphire— set in the blue, And tiny Ji{ihl& lenneily chine - .« ; Which aie love-ii^htb that token of you. Afar in my universe flights I have fashioned most marvellous fchiineb, Of beautiful, bountiful lights, Set in lieavenly amethjbtvnes ; All these in then bin.iaiiee would pale, '.To-the loye-Ughts my heaU can uispl&y; AwlVie-einßieins too'iaiht ailatoo fiail " Of the blight things ut you I would. saj> In realms where time and space swoon* 1 have inai veiled in mybiical dieaius-, Far ovei the summits ot moons.-r-^.^ In regions ot gioi u-us pleams ; It tauei things mi I'd.conieive, Than all stais in niaKiiifiuent skies: The fanest my dieams coum achieve Wouiu be hghts ot the love in thme eyei, If those love-lights a message could speak, - As I naze on those cjimea hi«ii above, My ianc), your image wouul beck • To convey jou my nnssiuu of love ; Eoi thoughts of jou, ciaihuu, to-night ' Are of jove .ike the ngntß of thybe statß, That nothing can caikea noi b,ight-x That not Time noi uecay evei mais. Could beauty a language impart Of things that aie tau ,yet unknown, 'Twoula be what, 1 teel in my hean.t — What 1 think ot you. darling, atone 1 Wnen 1 nnuvei ac ail llnngs x b«sq, In the depth ot tliose fakies s>o divine, I lancy tlieni visions vi tnee, WiUi leflections mat ever will shine I Then know that my love it will flame hveiruoie as, the blaib in thai space, - , Wilh buisnmce lov evei tuesame^ Ttiat noLhing my love-can efface,}. Ana know when youi glance sky-waji flies To wueie btais such as these softly fclnne, That ttiube ughts are love In mine eyes, And tne love oJt mine eyes it is .thine ! W. H. Fabet. Duuediu, June, 1899> ' • .x\ '\