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Ladies' Mirror, 1 December 1924, Page 57

&wo ‘Poems W--m YAW K .mO e«H3 EYES THE MIRROR OF THE SOUL WITHIN I like blue eyes— The eyes.of childish laughter, Of innocence unmoved. So big, and brave, and fearless, So full of depths unproved— The eyes wherein you find the matchless colour of the sky, here dreams, and fairy castles, and endless things pass by. 1 like brown eyeshere joyfulness and mischief Are dancing all the day; here ripple follows ripple In happy, careless play— -Ihe eyes that show the joyousness that always reigns within. The happy, care-free playfulness that knows no taint of sin. I like grey eyes— Wherein the soul’s deep beauty Is dim —and yet revealed ; Whose matchless calm and sweetest peace Can never be concealed— Those eyes they are which show the endless longing of a soul Which, longing, finds contentment', yet never sights the “goal.” —Winifred Ponder. SPRING 1 here’s a whispering, whispering, whispering in the trees, There’s a low and gentle sighing, As of doubt to doubt replying, Like the full-toned cadence dying Of the dreaming autumn bees. There is laughter, golden laughter in the trees. There is laughter, golden laughter, With an echo, rippling after Like to fairies, fast and faster Stealing through the love-warm breeze. There is sorrow, world-old sorrow, in the trees; There is pain the all-compelling, ■ Faith the bitterness dispelling, Wide-eyed truth her story telling— Birth, and life, are in the trees. —Muta.