Poentry.

Waikato Times, Volume 2611, Issue 2611, 6 April 1889, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poentry.

THE HUMAN SEASONS. Four seasons fill the inosisure of the yoar; There are four seasons in the mind ot man; . , He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span ; He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves . To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven ; quiet coves His soul has in its Autumn, when his wir.gs He furleth close ; contented so to look On mists in idleness —to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. He has his Winter, too, of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his moral nature. John ICeata. THE FALLOW FIELD The days were bright, and the year was young, As the warm sun climbed the sky ; And a thousand flowers their csnsors swung And the larks were singing high. For an angel swept on silent wing To the grave where the dead earth lay ; And the Easter dawned as the an gal Spring Rolled the rugged stone away. Then the fields grew green with springing corn, , . , And some with flowers were bright; And each day came wilhan earlier dawn And a fuller, sweeter light. So the year grew older noon by noon, Till the reapers came ono day, And the rude share ribbed its quivering heart Till all its life had fled. And never a blade, and never a flower On its silent ridges stirred ; The sunshine called, and the passing shower It answered never a word. It seemed as if some curse of ill Were brooding in the air, Yet the fallow field did the Master s will Though never a blade it bare ; For it turned its furrowed face to heaven, Catching the light and rain ; It was keeping its Sabbath—one in seven— That it might grow rich again. And the fallow field had its harvest moon, Reaping a golden spoil ; And it learned in its over-brightening noon That rest for tiod was toil.