POETRY

Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 440, 8 September 1904, Page 2

POETRY

SINCE YESTERDAYThe mavis sang but yesterday ▲ strain that thrilled through Autumn's dearth; He read the music of his lay In light and leaf, and heaven and earth ; The wind-flowers by the wayside swung, Words of the music that was sung. la all his song the shade and sun Of earth and heaven seemed to ntast, Its joy and sorrow were as one, Its very sadness was but sweet: He sang of summers yet to be: You listened to his song with mo.

TheJhflaxtjaiakes sunshinsin the rain, Or winter in the midst of May, And though the mavis sings again His self-same song of yesterday, I find no gladness in his tone : To-day I listen here alone. And —even our sunniest moment takes Such shadows of the bliss we knew To-day his throbbing song awakes But wistful, haunting thoughts of you; Its very sweetness is but sad, You gave it all the joy it had. —A. St J. AoeeeK.