I wandered by the woodland stream Lost m a quiet midday dream On Life's nunutire—Time (the. thief !)— The adverse tides he loads with grief, And tears of joy and tears of woe, And all the ills and sweets that go To make the argosy complete— Ere set adrift on current fleet Toglide —sometimesthrough bitter blaat-^ Down stream, to moor at rest, at last, Where every human craft must anchor send To bottom m that universal port—the End, • • • • And, as I dreamed a floating leaf (In autumn's flatus come to grief) Shot down the arrowy current strong, Helplessly whirled to doom along. 'Twas one a little ridded with brown : One side was chevron'd gray with down, Like head of being past the prime jtife sets, as bound midway m Time. It Jook'd so lone ! its puisne weight Bom© on before relentless Fate, Unconsciously I held my breath, ((Likening the perilous dam to death— In prosopopoeia—the strife Twixt leaf and current into human life) Down, down and on. . . 4 Will none,' I cried, 'Stretch forth a hand to stay the tide Of yonder current's cruel pride— To rescue from its cruel strife This one poor waif, this drifting life ?' "Twas far 'oeyond my reach. Too late ! Quick, sudden came the stroke of Fate, And whirled far o'er, with mocking hiss, My mimic life, down the abyss— To lie (beyond the cataract's How) Annihilated, on the rocks below.
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DRIFTED., Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2485, 7 August 1890
DRIFTED. Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2485, 7 August 1890
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