POETRY, OLD AND NEW.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XLIX, Issue 15125, 16 October 1912, Page 10

POETRY, OLD AND NEW.

LOVE'S SPRINGTIDE. ''MV .heart was. winter-bound until I heard you sing:. O voice of Love, hush not, but fill • My ]ifo with Spring. My hopes were homeless things before I saw your eyes. O smilo of Love, close not the door To paradise! lily dreams were bitter ones, and then I found thorn bliss. 0 lips of Love, give me again Your rosa to iisii! Springtime of Love! The secret sweet Is ours alone. 0 heart of Love, at last. you beat Against my own F. D. SHERMAN. ' A BROKEN WEB. A spider floated a silken thread In tho grey of n misty morn To fetter a roso to a rosebud red, A bloom to a bloom forlorn. The dews diamond Klfts to leave, Tho winds of dawn crooned by, And the spider toiled with a heart to weave, A web that would fill tho sky. "The sun leaned out of the Jiftinpr mist And laughed to (he silver threads. And wherever his passionate lips had kissed Burned beautiful blues and reds. But the maiden came with a sunny face And a butterfly-neb in her hand, \ And shattered the web In her reckless raceToo happy to understand. And she danced away to the garden-door With tho wreck of her hands unseen, But a rose will swing to a roso no moro With a silver chain between, —WiLii H. OGU.VXB. < THE CROWDED , STREET. How fast the flitting figures come! Tho mild, the fierce, the stony face; Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and Where Becret team have left their truce. They pass ton, 'to strife,, to rest; To halls in which tho feast is spread; To chambers where the. funeral guest In silenco sits beside tho dead. And eoino to happy homes repair, Where children, pressing check to cheek. With mute curossjs shall declare The tenderness they cannot speak. And some, who walk in calmness here, Shall shudder as they reach the door Where one who inado their dwelling dear, Its flower, its light, i 3 seen no more. Each, where his tasks or pleasures call. They pass, and heed each other pot, There is Who heeds, Who holds thorn all. In His largo lovo and boundless thought. These struggling tides of life, that seem In wayward, aimless eouroo to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end. —William CtTLLEH" Bryant. THE WOOD WAY. "Who will may hug the comfort Of faggot flames aleap, With idle pipe invoking 'the drowsy god of sloop; 1 take the tangled wood way Whero crimson maples flare. Wnen winds arc cuddled down at rest. And frost i 3 in the air. Stout wardens of the woodland, Upriso the burly oaks; Tho silver birches shimmer Like maids in satin cloaks; With staff and wand and sceptre. With finger slim and straight. They point along the magic road To Linda's garden gate. I.catch the frighted rustic Of furry forest things. And, np from sunny opens. Tho whirl of speckled wings; I riot in tho flavours That steam from fen and fell. When autumn'e flagons overdrip With mead and hydromel. • I dally in tho forest. Because the way is sweet, • While vet my quest is cotent To wing a lover's feet; For. all the while I loiter, I dream of toys that .wait . - Where ends the wood way's frost trail At Linda's garden gate —HARRIET WHITNEY SYMOJfDS.