CDPID AND PYSCHE.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLI, Issue 12546, 13 April 1904, Page 3 (Supplement)

CDPID AND PYSCHE.

THE fisher-boats; wins? o'er the seas. Home from their green dominions, Swing fluttering up into the breeze, And fold their red-brown pinions; Gannets are plunging near the laud. And gulls in ether wheeling:— And you, upon the yellow sand. With spade and bucket kneeling:. Brown, sunny face, light sunny hail', Eyes of the blue of heaven; A little girl—one would declarer A boy—of six or seven, With iii on of curls for winds to woo, And—which is truly shocking— Jersey of blue, and knickers too. And neither shoe nor stocking. Here, all intent on serious play. Mere mortals nought affect you; Who, as thev pass upon your way, Turn, smiling to inspect you. Garment and guise might well perplex. Nor can we deem them stupid. The folk that, witless of your sex, Ilave dubbed you " Little Cupid. 'Tis Sunday. Who this dainty maid Would know, if now they met her.-' True, the brown legs are still displayed, The feet mere sandals fetter: But. ah, the frock!—snow-white, with lace And starchy frills upon it,; While, ringed with curls, a, flower-like face Laughs from a enow-white bonnet. So. whether maid or ocean-elf. Fresh sunshine round you giving, In blithe unconsciousness of self. You live for joy of living:. Fashion is mostly far to seek, But we are fine on one day They call you " Cnpld" all the week. And " Psyche" on a Sunday. C. H. ST. L, RUSSEUi in Chamber's Journal,