POETRY OLD AND NEW.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LI, Issue 15613, 20 May 1914, Page 12

POETRY OLD AND NEW.

FROM KERRY.

I hsard the lilt of my young love's song, As he went down the lane; ( And I wondored as I hoard him go. "Will ho come back again?" 'Tis he will dance with ladies gay, , Tho finest man of all . , And ho'H forgot the roadside dance, - ti And Kerry in the fall. :'...'■•■-

I heard the call of. a lone wild goose In hor flight toward the sea: •. " Ah, take my love a thought of home. And bring him back to mo!" ~ - The mist rolls, in from the silent hills. And the smell of peat is strong: The kino are gathered for the night— The twilight hour is long 1 The light* are lit; the stars are out; Tho evening air is cool; And far away, a dull, dark mass. The peak of Carintoul, "And yet. perchance, he'll not forget," Is what yon star would say. , He will unlatch the garden-gate— Tho years arc yesterday. 'Tis then the mourning gulls shall scream, And wheel, a flash of white. Up. up. toward the new-found sun That bathes them in his light. Tho hills will look a Btrip of green, The bay a streak of .blue, . , For when my love _ comes home again It will bo springtime too. But now the night is come at last, The world is dark and cold; Ah. would my love were by my side. When all the world grows old! —Noiweyb JernsoN O'Cosor, THE K'E STILL BIPPLES TO ITS BAKKS. The K'o still rinploc to its banks, '■" Tho moor-fowl cry. , ■■.■■■■•'■' My hair was gathered in a knot, . And you came by. : Selling of silk you were, a lad Not of our kin; '.•:" , You passed at sunset on the road From far-off Ts'in.

The frogs wcro croaking in the dusk;' . The grass was wet; :;- ,"■ '■■''. " We talked together, and I laughed; I,hear it yot. I thought that I would he your wife} I had your word. ~: .-.;- ,-. And'to I took (he road with you, And CTOssod the ford.,, V I do not know when first it was Your eyos looked cold. But all this was three yoars ago, And I am old. -Translated by Haws* Waddhm..

TO MARY IN HEAVEN. Thou lingering star, with lessening ray, That lovos't to greet the early mora, Again thou usherest in the day :• ■My Mary from my soul.was torn..-, O Mary I. dear departed shade! .- n Where is thy place . of blissful rest? Soe'st thou thy lover lowly: laid? , ' • Hoar'sl thou the groans that rond his yjiv .' breast?/... ,-" : , That sacred hour can I forget? Can Iforpet the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, ; To livo one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface • Those records do»r of transports past; r Thy imago at our last. embrace— - Ah! little thought, wo 'twas our. last! \ Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pobbled shore, Oorhung with wild: .woods, thickening ■■l-'.r ■' green!*.' ■ '■•.'•.■OV *:•';".'••¥.■■•- ■■'■.'! "'■:' .'■.'-':'"■ The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar, , iwin'd amorous round the raptur'd scene. Tho flowers sprang wanton to be prest, ; ' The birds sang love on every, spray, ; Till too, too soon, the glowing west ■ ': i Proolaim'd ,the spoed of winged day. t -~.;;••. ,Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, ; :'. , .--And fondly broods: with miser care! '■■-.( '■ Time by the-impression deeper mokes,.,': ; As streams their channels, deeper wear, . ily Mary! dear departed shado! :' V : ■ -Where is thy blissful place pf rest? ;;; Seo'st thou i thy - lover,: lowly "laid ? .• ■:'<'&;■ Hoar'sl thou ', the groans' that rond his •'.;!"'.',* breast?. Bomot BVMI,