Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXV, Issue 2805, 5 July 1890, Page 5 (Supplement)

Poetry.

THE MOON-PATH. The full, clear moon uprose and spread Her cold, pale .splendor o'er the sen ; A light-strewn path that seemed to lead Outward into eternity. Between the darkness and tho gleam An old-world spell encompassed mo : Methought that in a godlike dream I trod upon tho sea. And lo ! upon that glimmering road, In shining companies unfurled, Tho trains of many a primal god, The monsters of the elder world ; Strange creatures that, with silver wing?, Scarce touched the ocean's thronging floor, The phantoms of old tales, and things Whose shapes are known no more. Giants and demi-gods who once Were dwellers of the earth and sea, And they who from Deucalion's stones, Rose men without an infancy; Beings on whose majestic lids Time's solemn secrets seemed to dwell, Tritons and pale-limbed Nereids, And forms of heaven and hell. Some who were heroes of yore, When tho great world was hale and young ; And some whose marble lips yet pour Tho niurmui of an antique tongue ; Sad queens whose names are like soft moans, Whose griefs were written np in gold ; And some who on their silver thrones Were goddesses of old. ! As if I had been dead indeed, And come into some after-land. I saw them passs me, and take heed, And touch me with each mighty hand ; And ever more a murmurous stream, So beautiful they seemed to me, Not less than in n godlike dream, I trod on the shining sea. A SCHOOL GIRL OF THE PERIOD. Geography 1 Yes, there's a lesson each day, But it's awfully hard to remember, We've boen in South Africa nearly u month; Porhaps we'll go north by November, What history have we ? It's quite a big book, Without any pictures—the bother ! To-day I was told I'd sustained a defeat In the battle of something or other. Arithmetic? Oh, it's the bane of my life ! Xo matter how hard I may study, My knowledge of dividends, fractions, and rules Continues unchangeably muddy. Proficient in spelling ? I hope that I am. Though I shine less as writer than talker ; I don't mind confessing how often I use A pocket addition of Walker. I write compositions? Of course, once a week, We've such a dull subject to-morrow ! I manage to spin out a page and a-half, Though lots of girls copy and borrow. You ask me which lesson of all I prefer? You'll think my reply quite alarming ; In French we've a gentltman teacher, you know, And somehow it's perfectly charming.