MAB AND I.

Otago Witness, Issue 2722, 16 May 1906, Page 63

MAB AND I.

M-ab is the mistress of dreams, you know, And I of the vagrant race That wanders and wanders o'er hill and plain. Retracing its footsteps again and again, Searching for blossoms that surely grow, Pregnant with scent and celestial glow, By the side of her resting place. Queen Mab has a liking for us, you know, The vagrants that roam and roam. Chanting the praises and bliss of dreams O'er • highway and byways, by moats and streams. She likes us, else why should we vagrant go, When summer, is wanton or bleak winds blow, In search of her fairy homo? Queen Mab has a way of her own, you know, A coquette she seems to me ; I fancy I find her in mossy dells, And hush me to sleep for the sake of her spells ; But just as the fancy begins to glow With beauty and splendour that bright stars know, She sprites it away, dees she. Queen Mab has a home in the hills, I know ; But whether 'tis low or high, Where the skylarks nest on the rolling down, Or up 'mid the peaks of the mountain, In the folds of the mom or in evening's glow, Where the prayers of the good to the far world g°. I can nevei find out, can I!, Queen M»b never tells where she dwells, you know, Be it valley or mountain rill, And I, as her lover, whose faith is sworn, Have vowed me to seek her from night till morn. But she is elusive and swift, you know, And I cannot -find her where'er I go, So I am a vagrant still. — J. Maclehkak. Invercargill, May, 1906.