LOST DAYS.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 4, 9 April 1920, Page 4

LOST DAYS.

C. G. Rossetti.

The lost days of my life until to-day, What were they, could I see them on the street Lie a* they fell? Would they he ears of wheat Sown once for food, but trodden into clay ? Or golden coins squander'd and still to pay? Or drops of blood dabbling the guilty feet? Or such spilt water as in dreams must cheat The undying threats of lrell, athirst alway ? I du not see them here ; but after death, God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murder'd self, with low last breath. "I am thyself — what hast thous done to me?" "And I — and I — thyself" (lo! each one saith), "And thou thvself to all eternity!"