WOULD THAT

New Zealand Tablet, 27 September 1906, Page 37

WOULD THAT

I read, once in an idle hour, Some lines about a maiden's hair, That clustered richly, fold on fold, Above a brow serenely fair ; And when the sunlight /lingered there It turned its dun to gold. Would that a like transmuting power Might work its charm for me some day, When bills crowd in, and friends are cold ; Might flood my room with mellow ray, And, drifting all the cloud away, Turn every dun to gold.