Selected Poetry.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1517, 29 January 1886, Page 4

Selected Poetry.

LEFT ALONE.

0, my lovt! 'neatli the green award lying. How merry you were in the month of May; And light of foot as the thistle-down flying Oyer the Itwni on i breexy dar. Gathering cowslips— toeing hay— Lading the kibe to their past ures tweet — Or hatting to meet, on hie home»ard way, The low speeding hie lore to meet. O, my love 1 are you gone forever— O, my lore! shell I see so more Ton hurrying forth, or in wintry weather With out •» retched arm* at our cottage door?

0, my darling! When May was over, Sorely she failed mid the beats of June ; Never again, through tbe sweet white clover, Waiting to meet me at night or noon. 0, tin* euch aweet life should fadeao soon 1 Fade like a flower—like a vapour peaa; Gaily we welcomed the faint new moon. Whose hat gleam found her beneath the gnus I

0, my love! She is gone for ever— O, my love! I shall see no more Her hurrying forth, or in wintry weather With outstretched arms at our cottage door. Jfrs C. Jobling.

ON THE RHINE

TM sunset's flush waa over all; The ruined cas'le on the height, Be fleet it * g back tbe Western rays. Seemed all aglow with golden light.

We drifted on. my love and I; The river bore us on its breast Bight onward towards the crimson glow The radiant glory of the West.

Oar oars lsy idle while our boat Slow glided down the placid stream; Softly we spoke, aa though we feared To break the magic of the dream.

The breexe from o'er the vine-clad hills, That gently swept our boat along, Bore to our ears from off the shore The sound of peasants' evening song.

In fitful snatches came the sound, Oft died in wailing chords the strain ; Now women's voices, true and clear, Took up once more the sweet refrain.

SopasNd tbe time, and sunset's flush Had slowly faded into night; O'er gliding river, bank, and tower, The moon arose with silvery light.

The laat faint echo of the song Had died away and naught was heard fn* faint npple of the waves, JJj southern breezes gently stirred.

The silence lav on all around. And silence fell upon us twain Until I spoke; and neath the stars Love's tale waa whispered once again

Long years have passed since then, yet oft Mrm'ry brings back that golden time ; And once again in blissful dream, My love and I float down the Bhine.