FIRELIGHT.
BY WILL It. OGILVIE.
When winds are chill and the skies are And clouds He low ou the misty hill, A lover comes with the grey October A blank in our empty hearts to fill. In the ingle she waits with red-gold tresses. With rosy cheeks and with lips rose-red. And we stretch our hands to her warm caresses In days when the drifted leaves lie dead. Not a thought has she but to do our pleasure. With dash and sparkle to light our eyes, To gladden each bour of twilight leisure With, richer dreams than the sunset skies. Slie builds us castles of golden glory, And builds them splendid with scarp and towerYet her sweetest word is her ewn lorestory, Hit' warmth of her heart at tbe twilight hour.
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Auckland Star, Volume XXXVI, Issue 12, 14 January 1905, Page 12
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131FIRELIGHT. Auckland Star, Volume XXXVI, Issue 12, 14 January 1905, Page 12
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