COUSIN WILL.

Auckland Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2403, 1 December 1877, Page 7

COUSIN WILL.

strolled last night in musing mood, Reflecting on my lonely state; Till, wearied out at last, I paused And leaned upon a garden gate. The old moon's mellow radiance hung In golden iuists among the trees, Faint odours, borne from distant flowers, Ebbed idly on the evening breeze. As thus I stood, absorbed in thought, I pressed against the gate too hard, It opened with a sudden ierk. I found myself within the yard; A form came gliding down, the walk; Soft arms em bracea me, as, perplexed, I stood one blissful moment, while A sweet voice soothed my ear; the next It rose into a shriek, then sobbed: "O, sir, how could you keep so still! When all the time I know you knew I thought you were my cousin Will." These stars are moons, or rather months ; Just five have flitted since that night, And two of these hare calmly shone Upon our wedded life. It quite Surprises me to think of it. And she is queenly, tall and fair. With lnstrous ey^s, and such a wealth Of—well, we call it auburn hair. " So late ?" I've just come from the club; My wife sits silent, but a light, Unseen before, lurks in her eye. Once more I muse on that calm night When first she met me at the gate, Aud wonder, while her eyes flame still, If ever I, in days to corns, Shall wish it bad been cousin Will.