A Woman’s Way.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 858, 10 August 1888, Page 4

A Woman’s Way.

by l. a. r. Through all tho ailont years I havo not changed, For still I love you in a woman’s way ; Nor timo nor circumstance has e’er estrangee One tender reeling of our lovo’s bright day. The love I gave you was no passing dream ; And if the rapture and the sweet content Of that glad time has, tike a meteor’s gleam, Passed from your life—it was not Love that went. I do not meet you with accusing eyes, Because your truant fancy chose to range In quest of fairer holds and sunmor skies For hearts (you say) like all things else, will change. I know the seeming changeless stars that move In their appointed spaces— silver-shod “Do change with every changing time —but Love Is fixed as the eternity of God. Though birds, and flowers, and foliage of trees. With every season take a different tone ; Though all things earthly change by slow degrees— Each, in its way, is true unto its own. The tireless stais are faithful to tho night ; The constant sun is steadfast to the day , And though the year foresakes them in her flight, The loving violets ne’er prove false to May. Though age may steal the beauty of our youth, And time may change the “ soft brown hair ” to giay. That which we hold the dearest—Love and Truth— WUI live when all things else have passed away So with keen heart-pang did I hear you say: <* miss the violets —till the roses come ! And tides of anguish that no power could stay Smote heart, and lips, and all my being dumb. So faithfully my heart has kept those hours, That made so beautiful life’s violet-time ; My hands still clasp those fairest of all flowers— Though you are dreaming when the roses climb. I aßk no dearer, sweeter love than this, That found its birth midst violets’ rare perfume ; And I so love you, dear I ne'er can miss Jane’s favourito blossoms-while tho violets bloom. Year after year I wait for you in vain,— Watching and hoping still from Juue till May ; But, till the sweet-eyed blossoms come again, I trust you, dear—for that is woman’s way t