DREAMING.

Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 260, 2 November 1929, Page 7 (Supplement)

DREAMING.

i I have been happy all this day, Dreaming of you; I have been threading the small things That we would do Frailly together for my heart, To con them o'er; Once more we walked acrdss the hill, With its green floor 'Broidered with daisy tapestries. Once more we heard, Exquisite piping, thin and sweet, Of a blue bird. Once more we talked of many things, Foolish and wise, Beneath the purple canopy Of evening skies Once more we dreamed the long sweet dreams, Of youth—and caught The coloured rapture of each hour, For youth is fraught

With beauty as ephemeral As a bright flower, Blooming -within a sunlit glade, A lovely hour. You captured beauty with your brush, I with my pen; Famous we dreamt we were to be, Time and again. Tou wander now in other landa, • But my heart knows, When the spring comes in blossom gown That your heart goes Winging its way to a bright hill, All 'broidered o'er With daisies white as fallen snow . O'er its green floor. And my heart ,knows when a blue bird, Sings low and sweet, Tou will come back, beloved—to me, On winged feet. —IVY GIBBS, Auckland.