Poetry.
UfIBOIiD MAN'S BRIDE.
BT MBS. -. -. MMINO,
„ ..i jraroa thinking to-uight, Athlene ? Kit are you thinking to-night ? «,Mlriiwhite I know X am old, gSLj not jewels, have I not gold ? v«tW, -y beautiful queen, m ' Athlene!
are you sighing to-night? Athlene? %ihttate yeu sighing to-night? i Onssn herself might be pleased to come {■tollin such a magnificent home 'littiilhave given to thee, Athlene!
tftrtini from my proffered caress, Athlene ? _W tnrn *rom my PT°ffere(* caress ? Toawnnot expect a palsied old man Si pet and cwess a3 younger men can ; fSSi O M you my beautiful queen, T Athlene!
iresember when you were a child, Athlene— Vast «P>. when you were a child — Yon old" heaven should spare mv life. gamsday yon would be my beautiful wife, I ms younger, I know, Minever forget it, my queen, Athlene. BdimomiDg they gave you to me, Athlene, f__ morning they g*ve you to me ; Hough the fervor and strength of my life is gone, I nil lore you for ever my beautif al one, kdnofting shill part us, Athlene.
Yon ire strangely quiet, Athlene, gire yon no word for me ? Cone nearer, my love, to the old man's side, lit Mm gaze on the face of hi 3 lovely bride, Athlene. Soffgiwmeyenr hand, my wife, White »'tlw faU9n snow, __i cold at the ice on the frozen stream, SyGod, do I wake from a life-long dream ! Ton never have loved me,
Athlene! Oh, is it for this I have lived, Brisking your heart at last, Chilling your life with sorrow and tears. Ellin? a lovo I have cherished for years ? Kargive me, forgive me, Athlene ! IlwSlnot be long, Athlene, Foj the Binds of my life run low ; Only the fall ola withered oak Qelyßtdgh from a heart, that broke— Ik end, of a weary dream,
Athlene. AM from the shore of Time, A wive from the sea of life ; Oily, Athl»ne, my name to bear : Onlya widow's garb to wear— I shall never be old up there, my wife— There yen will love me, Athlene. * • « * *
Softly, silently into tbe room Skiowa are creeping, Athlene ; The care sod sorrow of iife are o'er, An angel waits at the open door ; The old man sleeps; he will gaze no more On your beautiful face, Athlene.
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Auckland Star, Volume VI, Issue 1823, 18 December 1875, Page 5 (Supplement)
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