Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2590, 16 February 1889, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

A LOVE GAME. We plnyed at tennis every day, At first quite free of heart and gay ; But as the year crept on towards fall My heart went bounding with the ball. Tim tennis net was like a snare; It caught my soul and held it there ; She beat me every game we played, So far away my thoughts had strayed. And, try my best, each time the same, Uneven score we made—love : game ; While flushing with the exercise, Her laughing face mocked at my signs. And yet I think I well may boast That spite of all I won the most; While she was winning games from me, I, lucky man, won her, you Boe> _ T . f TO PHILLIS, TEN MONTHS OLD. Baby Phillis, lady fair, Fat and small of size, . With the sun's gold in your hair, And the sea's blue in your eyesHow I wonder what your will is, Winsome Phillis! When you point with tiny hand At youi tiny toe, How am I to understand What you mean by doing so? Prithee tell we what your will is, Dainty Phillis ! When you, wide-mouthed, on the floor Like a birdling sit— Twenty different notes try o er In a pretty talking fit— , Guess it, can I, what your will is, Saucy Phillis? When you suddenly, untaught, Clap your hands amain Is it that some new sweot thought Flashes through your baby-brain? Come, unriddle what y»ur will is, Merry Phillis ! When you gravely fingering scan Tiniest scatterings, Studying the Atomic Plan Are you, in those specks of things.' Who can fathom what your will is, Quaintest Phillis? Tn the ceiling when you raise Finger and rapt face, Dear newcomer, do you gaze Back towards your heavenly place ? Half I fancy what your will is, Happy Phillis 1 But when you come crawling after Me with eyes ashine, And with sudden burst of laughter Stretch your small, plump arms to mine — Ah ! I know then what your will is, - Darling Phillis! —W. Trego Webb, in the " Spectator." Calcutta, September. .