AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 7871, 5 August 1911, Page 12

AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE

The Message of a Water-Lily. "As, from tho slime of this black stream. Too dull to mirror any star, I spring in unstained purity” (Thus spake the broad-leaved nenuphar). “So, from the blackness of tho world. Its varied vice, its heinous harm, . There springs tho spotlessness of love. The lily of continual charm.” —Louis H. Victory. Hawera.

Plainte Eternelle. The sun sinks down, tho tremulous daylight dies. (Dowu their long shafts tho weary sunbeams glide.) Th© white-winged ships drift with the

falling tide, Como back, my love, with pity in your eyes!

Tho tall white ships drift with the falling tide. (Fax/ far awiay I hear the seamows’ cries.) Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes! . There is no room now m my heart for pride.

Come back, come back! with pity in your eyes. (Tho night is dark, the eea is fierce and wide.) There is no room now in my heart for pride, Thongh I become the scorn of all tho wise.

I have no place now in my heart for pride. (The moon and stars have fallen from th© skies.) Though I become the scorn of all tho wise. Thrust, if you will, sharp arrows in my side.

Let me become the scorn of all the wise. (Out of the East I see the morning ride.) Thrust, if you will, sharp arrows m my side, Play with my tears and feed upon my sighs.

Wound mo with swords, put arrows in my side, (On. the white sea the haze of noonday lies.) Play with my tears and feed npon my sighs. But-come, my love, before my heart has died.

Drink my salt tears and feed upon my sighs. (Westward the evening goes with one red stride.) Come back, my love, before my heart has died, • 5,1 Down sinks the sun, the tremulous daylight dies.

Come back! my love, before my heart has died. (Out of tho South I see the pale moon rise.) Down sinks the sun, the tremulous daylight dies. The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide. (Prom "The City of the Soul.” By Lord Alfred Douglas. 5s net. Lane.)