Heart Break.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1991, 11 April 1885, Page 2 (Supplement)

Heart Break.

B\ Hvrhiet Pitrscoir SrorronD.

Vhiaet terraces meeting the river, A dream of purple, a bloom of gray, Waters that far in the red li^ht Bhiver, Boughs that slowly and weirdly sway, Fleeting blossom breath sweet as mu.sk, Peace and passion and splendid dusk. Where is a world more pweet than this is ? Lovers together side by side, Mute caresses and lingering kis3es — The world so sweet and the world so wide 1 The folding dark forgetting its flush, Peace and passion and perfect hush. Is there peace, then, where there is passion ? Hearts that plunge with tumultuous throbs, Self-forgotten in mighty fashion, Joy yearning to pain, smiles half to sobs— Peace where infinite longing craves The stars themselves, and finds only graves I I'nder the terrace the splendor is spending To deepest shadow, and to step down — A lofty head that is tenderly bending, The floating folds of a dim white gown — And out of the darkness a silver flash Of water-drops and the oars' soft plash. Slowly the boat comes round in the eddy, And ever before them that wondrous glow Where they hang suspended in heaven allready, With heaven above and with heaven below, Till the gold and scarlet melt in mist, And the pale stars swarm through the amethyst. And the tide to its great sea-caves is starting— Oh, to go out with it, falling fast 1 Where dew-drenched branches shall hide no parting — Oh, bliss of the world too sweet to last ! While, swinging and ringing from distant towers, The bells are telling the flying hours. Was every a word so sad as this is ? What is a year, that its circles wear To agonies stronger than all its blisses, And the swallowing gulfs of a black despair I 'Twcre better never to draw a breath : There is naught, there is naught, in the world but Death ! Sunset may burn and bloom on the river, And its bubble break to the dipping oar, Waves may shiver, and bell tones quiver, Passionate parting shall be no moie. ppscionato parting is naught, he saith ; There is naught, there is naught, in the world but death 1