NEW POEM BY SIR J. NOEL PATON.
There is a wail in the wind to-night, A dirge in the plashing rain, That brings old yearnings round my heart, Old dreams into my brain, As I gaze into the wintery dark, Through the blurred and blackened pane : Far memories of golden hours That will not come again — Alas! That ne'er will come apain. Wild woodland odours wander by — Warm breath of new-mown hay ; I hear the broad, brown river's flow Half -hid in bowering may, While eyes of love look through my soul, As on that last sweet day ; But a chilly shadow floats between That will not pass away — Ah, no ! That ne'er will pass away.
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Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 984, 3 April 1877, Page 3
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116NEW POEM BY SIR J. NOEL PATON. Bruce Herald, Volume IX, Issue 984, 3 April 1877, Page 3
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