MAGIC.
The sky is all December gray, The forest nmds the dark has shut, And I, since I have lost.my way, Sit shivering in a peasant's hut, A dearthful prospect meets the eye,— Bare walls of clay, no cushioned seat; Of any food a scant supply, A shy mouse whisking round my feet. The door, quick-opened, brings a gust Of icy air, like rapier blue ; The plague we call existence must Be faced another hour or two. But hist! what enters by the door, And throwing dusky wraps aside, Steps softly on the earthen floor, And stirs the fire that else had died? —A girl, a peasant, but tho prize From Nature's careless lottery thrown, Brown hair, warm lips, and soft blue eyes, V woman-blossom newly blown. Prestissimo ! the walls are bright, No sky transcends these rafters old ; Dead elements of life ignite; I no more shiver with the cold. —Keriingale Cook, ih "Temple Bar."
Permanent link to this item
Hononga pūmau ki tēnei tūemi
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/WT18870226.2.28.2.1
Bibliographic details
Ngā taipitopito pukapuka
Waikato Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2283, 26 February 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)
Word count
Tapeke kupu
155MAGIC. Waikato Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2283, 26 February 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)
Using this item
Te whakamahi i tēnei tūemi
No known copyright (New Zealand)
To the best of the National Library of New Zealand’s knowledge, under New Zealand law, there is no copyright in this item in New Zealand.
You can copy this item, share it, and post it on a blog or website. It can be modified, remixed and built upon. It can be used commercially. If reproducing this item, it is helpful to include the source.
For further information please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in