Poetry Over the Way.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1976, 7 March 1885, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry Over the Way.

Mabt Lawtok The skies are gray and o'er my head I hear the pattering rain drops fall, And in the chimney ghostly tonei •f nuns remorseful seem to call. And I am acnbblmg for my bread, But often oyea unruly stray To windows high aboTe the street Where lives my neighbor o'er the way. A pretty winsome lass she is— A tender heart hath she, I ween, Tor every morning on her sill The fparrowa breakfast have I seen. And by that si'l she's sitting now ; Satins and silks and tinsels jay Surronnd her while the needle flics — What fascination o'er the wry I Bat when the evening comes; I know, Ho lamp will light my lady's room, And T, neglectful of my book, Wild sadly watch the gath'ring gloom, And long to see her where she is — A player queen in fine array, Art restless 'neath her gilded crown, My little neighbor o'er the way ? When clad in gingham, can -she guess, Playing her morning's homely part, She has an audience whose applause Splits not hi» gloves, but rends his heart ? For who she ia I cannot tell, And what I nm ?he cannot say — My little saint, wilt thou e'er know — Thy John-adreams across the way ? — The Continent.