THE WAY THE WIND BLEW.

Waikato Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2194, 31 July 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE WAY THE WIND BLEW.

Ovkii the field she comes, by the woodside, J)o\vn to the glade where the violets hide ; Just a quaint sun-bonnet frames her face in, Tied with a blue ribbon round her chin. By the old stile she is lingering now ; High overhead s;ts a bud on a bough. Peeps at her thero till he cm ions grows, "I wonder," thinks he, "now, which way the wind blows !'' Hark, o'er the meadow the sweet bells achiine ; Why is she waiting there all this long time ; Stars in the sky are beginning to peep, Long since the daisies weut softly to .sleep On the old stile now her little head laid Weeps she her little heart out in the shade. Only a bird on a bough above knows, And thinks he can guess, now, which way the wind blows ! Presently somebody coming he sees, Lightly and stealthily under the trees ; Pausing awhile at the gate of the glade, Sees that forlorn little form in the shade ; Takes it, before she has heard his foot fall. Close to his heart, tears, sun-bonnet, and all ! 41 Ah," said the brown bird, as homeward he flew, "I might have known that was the way the wind blew !" — (r. Clifton Bingham.