SELECTED POETRY.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1860, 26 February 1892, Page 3

SELECTED POETRY.

A SONG BIRD FROM OVER LIFE'S SEA. From over life's ceI*, 1 *, when th# d rknesa ws§ round me. And the swell of its billows well nigh had drowned me, There came a sweet sorg bird tbat sang unto me; And vet, all unknown to this song bird my listening, Like a wild bird nng she, 'mid the woodlands soft rustling, Sang sweet for another, but ne'er breJing me. I heard the clear notes to my heart depths resounding. I felt the warm surge of my blood quicker bounding; Life's darkness had fled while I listened to thee. The darkness had fled, and a spell was cast round me, The spell if thy singing, sweet siren, hath bound me, And my hrart is an hungered for love ard for thre. Now she's fled, and 'twere better, for the wild bird that ring* So s»eet in its freedom, in a cage may break wings, And that mieht have happened, my song bird, to thee. Tet to the land where the morning mn rails thee, Ye take my li'e's sweotnesa, dear bird, tbat enthralled me, Who*e siuging can never grow silent to m». 66 W. C. G. THE LEAF. (From the French of Arnault) Tom from thy kindlv, sheltering bough, Poorwii'ered leaf, a here goest thou? Ido not know. The tempett stroke Struck down my so'e support, the oak ; And now the blust-ring bleak north wind, Or the mild Zephyr warm and kind, Drive me or lead me where they will, O'er field and forest, dale and hill. I go where'er the wind may take, Nor fa' nt at heart, nor murmur make ; j I only go whe e all things go, The loveliest, fairest flowers that blow, The saeetest ro»es ever sren, T ie laurel of the greenest green. J. F. Ml