POETRY.

Auckland Star, Volume XVIII, Issue 69, 23 March 1887, Page 3

POETRY.

BENEATH THE TREES,

Under the spreading trees. In the oalm, sweet summer tune. Now azure skies aro serene and light. Jnst kissed by thd fairest of cloudlets white Hour, and purple, and amber bright, Hl thU peerless Southern dime t

UcdsT the stately trees Atthaoloasofadabbathday; For the evoniiig breezsa are cool and sweet. And the odorous bicssoms are fair » greet. That lurk in the nooJfool a choice retreat Not very far away.

Under the whispering trees Where oft I have been before. Musing alone lnmy early youth, JJroamlnjj that love was a deathless truth. I? joining its bliss would be mine, forsooth. In those halcyon days of yore.

Only an Idle stroll On the flower-besprinkled gross, VVhoro children In froliosome mood are at

lanooen£happy, and bright^™ they as they oull wild blossoms andflow rots gay, Making me smile as I pas*

Only an idle stroll 1 But to-night, aa I linger hero, I ltet to tt voice that is sweet to me. A voice ihat la dulclag my heart with glee. Ah! it should be a passing phantasy. The face and the form that are near.

But there's light in her laughing eye* A smile on her.fair young "C». A strange, sweet epell in her very name, Tho' it speaks of an early bafltai aim 1c bears an enchantment to me the same, Enshrinod in my soul's embraCß.

And as we meander on Beneath the majestic trees, I Hat to the warblers that flit and movo 'Miti the leafy branches and houghs above, And recall the dream of my Dorian love In a war that cannot displease.

Ah me ! such a night aa this Bridges over a lapse of years These golden moments with gladness rile Make mo half forget the remorseless strife, The wii» and gloom of my joylcaa me, "The Borrow too deep for tears.

The light In her soft blue eyes Hcri^-bS^l » yd Btemptthem not Though sacred indeed la this sylvan root. For a Nemesis shadows my present lot, As It did In my earlier days.

The star*, like angels' eyes, Look do wn from their dome of blue, And moonbeams rare glinting athwart the Theiongsters are silen^but on the brecs) With its weird myßterlous harmonies Her voice I am listening^ Hußßy<

HelenßvlUe.