Selected Poetry.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1578, 25 February 1887, Page 4

Selected Poetry.

WHO BAYS THAT LOVE'S A CHAIN THAT BINDS ?

Who lays that love's» chain that bind* P Who My* that I'm a flare P Then let the one who breathe* the lie

Be branded a* a knave. For since my >nna 1 beheld. No chain* can bind me mora ; I walk the world a freer man Than e'er I was before.

The doubt* and fear* that darkling lay Within my boeom long. Bare fled before smile like care Before a jovial song. Where g'oom thick lay around my path. Now clearly I can are; I longed for childhood'* joys again, Now manhood'* toil for me..

And, a* my daily rounds I take Through crowded street and square, A happier smile lights up my face Than I was wont to wear. Ami from my heart cotre wellirg up Some snatche* of sweet song I used to sing in other days, But had forgotten loog.

Cold Scepticism, fare-you-well, I am your dupe no more, I feel the puron you denied Burn in my bosom's core. 0, gloomy post! all trace of thee I 'rom niv mem'rv blot— My life begins with Anna's love— Henceforth I know ye not! CHAUCER. After the barren winter comes the spring, And the white snow is changed to pleasant laic; Ihe brcoks, long fettered leap across the plain, And all the valleys with their laughter ring. On the new-budded trees the blithe birds sing Their gladsome melodies, and I, full fain. Joyous that now is fled white winter'sreign Drink in the sweet smells tbat the grass* s fling. Thine was the spring-tide of our country's •° B S. Behind thee stretched a barren winter time, Whereon no poesy its splendour flung; Then cam'st thou with thy fresh and da»ied rhyme, Gentle and pleasant as a silver chime, To lift the world from darkness and from Wl ° D * 8.8.