POETRY THE OLD LOVE.

Waikato Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1550, 10 June 1882, Page 1 (Supplement)

POETRY

THE OLD LOVE.

I You love me, only me. Do I not know ? If I were gone your life would be no more Than liifl who, hungering on a rooky snore. Shipwrecked, alone, observes the ebb find flow 01 hopeJoßß ooeau widening forth below, And is remomboring all that was before. Dear, I believe it, at your strong hewi's oore lam the life ; no need to tell me bo. And yet— Ah I hUßband, though Ibe more fair, Mora worth your love, and, though jou loved her not, (Else innst you have gome different, deeper name For loving me.) dimly I ueein aware, As though yon conned. old stories long forgot, Those days aro with you— herfl— before I oame.

11. The monatain traveller, joyous on his way. Looks on the vale he left, and oftlls it fair, Then counts with pride how far he is from there, AnS n'iil aaosnds. And, trben my fancio stray, Pleased with lighi memories of (t bygone day, I would cot havo again the things that were I take their thought like fragrance in the air Oi flowera I gathered in my childish play. And thou, my very soul, csn it touch ihuo If I rem ember her or I forget ? Docs the Btm ask if the white Btars bo set? Xes, I reoall, ehall many times, maybe, Btioal! tho dear old boyish days again, l'Jie dear old boyish passioD. Love, what then?