A Song of Days.
’Twas spring, when hope-days dawned, toy sweet. My gypsy heart at your dear feet Did pitch a tent. Nor all the spring Did my wild heart go truanting ; It was content. In summer, when the joy-days.come, They found my vagrant heart grown tarn* To yonr sweet spell ; ' Forgetful quite ' Of all its former fret for flight; It rested well. And yet when autumn days dreamed deep Of some dread portent and asleep, . Did sigh apace, . ■ —• " My heart gleaned not Strange fears and fled. It loved tho spot Where you had place. So when the winter days awake To find a 5 avished world, and make Sad moan, sad moan. My heart will sing, For where you are is always spring, And spring alone. —American Magazine.
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New Zealand Mail, Issue 879, 4 January 1889, Page 4
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129A Song of Days. New Zealand Mail, Issue 879, 4 January 1889, Page 4
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