THE EVENING IS THE MORNING.

Maoriland Worker, Volume 11, Issue 475, 21 April 1920, Page 7

THE EVENING IS THE MORNING.

To make my love more delicate I say into her eyes, The evening is the morning, dear, . but in a sweet disguise: The morning was too loud with light and the many birds would sing— Who hut the thoughtless would exchange the Autumn for the Spring? To make my love more beautiful I sing into her ear, *" 'Tis not the morning that I love, it is the evening, dear; No sweets of all the sweets we knew are sweet as those we know, tho' she sighs most heavily she says 'tis even so. To make my love think happily, . I say the morning wine Did much disturb thy maiden's heart and put a storm in mine; The sunlight did so play with us what strength or sight had we? And tho' her tears will come, she says I speak most faithfully. I say to make my sweetheart laugh now all our work is done The evening is the morning, dear,. we shall deceive the sun; Her hair that once was summer heat Is but a bloom in gray, Still she will tell mc Evening is the Morning that I say. —Shaw Neilson in "The Bookfellow."