POETRY OLD AND NEW.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLIX, Issue 14928, 28 February 1912, Page 10

POETRY OLD AND NEW.

OUT FOR BEAUTY. a POETS QUEST. One road leads to London, .One raid leads to .Wales; My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sail*. One road leads to the river, At it goes singing tlow; My road leads to shipping. Where the bronzed sailors go. Leads me, lurea me, call* me To salt green tossing uea: A road without earth's road-duit Li the right road for me. A wet road heaving, shining, Awl wild with seagulls' crie»; A mad salt sea-wind blowing * The salt spray in. my eyes. Mr road calls me, leads me West, east, eouth, and north, Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth To add more miles to the tally CM grey miles left behind, In quest of that one beauty God put me here to find. Johx MASBrrELD. AN APOLOGY. Friend that I have maligned, With" mv dull eyes and blind. Seeking by one thin thread to understand tho whole, And with small discontent Head faithlessness unmeant In every action, to my own self-righteous soul. And with poor thoughts and crude Have I not understood Things were not going- well with you? But blame The narrowness of sight That missed at first the light. And remember, though I doubted, I loved you just the same. T.O. "JENNY KISSED ME." Jenny kissed mo when we met, Jumping from the ebair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweet's ir.to your list, put that in: Sav I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, jenny kissed me ! —Leigh Hvrxr. A SWEETHEART IN AUSTRALIA. If the great sun upon his golden throne Can find this little earthling in the night, Flood all her good round bosom with his light, Burn up her dewy kisses with his own: How much tho more shall we, who lovers are, Flash morning to each other from afar. Not every billow that old ocean knows Can drown your sweet aubade, and not one cloud Unfurls a darkness deep enough to shroud My blessed morn : not heaven-climbing snows, That spire upon their everlasting blue. Can chill the light that leaps to me from you. And when young dawn doth flutter silver wings About your casement curtain, sure his dart, Feathered with love, shall find a. waking heart A thirst and hungry for the gift he bring!?. One last word whispered ere I sank to rest Quickens the dayspring in my lover's breast Eora Phillpoxts.