POETRY.

Evening Post, Volume LVI, Issue 98, 22 October 1898, Page 2 (Supplement)

POETRY.

. * THE OPEN DOOR. Gloaming and vesper prayer, And one heart-crj' for thee ! Somewhere the sunlight gilds thy golo'en hair Beside a foreign sea i Bella from the cloister chime — Peals thou were won' to hear — Bnt now the joybeUs of nother dime Speak to thy listening ear. Night with its holy calm, But neither peace nor rest ! Within thy soul thou holdst the only charm That soothes my troubled breast. Winds whisper low thy name, Thy flowers droop forlorn, But thou art deaf to either praise or blame, As cold to love or scorn ! Thenight-dews fall, the stars shine overhead ; I heed not star nor shine ; The leaden hours that once" too lightly sped Bring neither word nor sign. Perfume of violet — Ah, me ! so like thj' breath !—! — Steals o'er me, soothing as with fond regret This weary life in death ! Though lovg did not avail, And thou wilt further roam, Sweetheart, some day when all thy friends shall fail, Remember then thy home ! Once thou didst cling to me, — O, clear, then, be thy call ! My life, my heart, my very soul's in thi o, And true love pardons ail ! —Marion Miller, in the Australasian.