Answers to Correspondents. POETS' CORNER. When Spring-tide Comes. The Ring's Motto.

Otago Witness, Issue 1651, 14 July 1883, Page 23

Answers to Correspondents.

POETS' CORNER.

When Spring-tide Comes.

The Ring's Motto.

Problem «07, being an erid game, between Mesara 1 Miller and Watson, won* by the former in the Kaster' " ' Tournament, and forwarded as a draw by Mr 'J. T. "' Turner, of Waitahuna, has been proved-to'be still i-"3i*. very pretty win by Mr J. S. Wilson, of Dunedin. »nd' * Mr David Miller, of Oamatu, as follows :— , « „r, 3127 2J 18 32 28 27 24 2415 17 U 21 > * 11 16 15 22 22 25 14 U 1019 25 30 B.Tyios.7 . - t We hare received no correct solutions of problem • 408, but the following will show that it was a. hard' „ nut to crack:— , ■ "_; "'! Solution of Problem 408. ' ' ; ; ! ( Black to play. , ! ■ , j 27 23 19 15 19 24 19 15 18 14 10 15" ' < 9 6 (a) 914 27 32 28 24 15 10 37' 23 19 15 10 24 28 15 10 HlB 15 19 ' - ! 5 1 14 18 2 0 24 19 6 9 7 10 19 15 10 15 28 24 10 14 714 Ul7 16 18 23 32 23 2 0 16 7 » 10 14 i „ 15 19 15 19 24 19 14 18 310 White ■ o 5 9 23 «7 6 2 19 16 12 S wins.' r White to play. 9 6 1 6 16 7 2 6 3 7 10 18 27 23 19 15 3JQ 10 16 18 22 12 8 - 5 1 610 12 8 610 In 16 ' 19 28 " 23 10 714 15 19 14 18 19 12 W wins. (a) Th ! s corre. ta position Wo. 46. A.D.P., by James ' J Ash, who p'.ays : — * ' • V 26 95 69 51 9 13 1 5 t! '• 28 18 18 16 16 10 10 15 16 10 Drawn ' ' We ar« gratified at being able to state that w* haY« ' °'* receive I numerous solutions of Problem 412, and " that every one ol thm U cwreo». Fuller particuWt '•"' re by-and-by«. , , >u .-.u'. na<ii

Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Marritd to immortal verse. —Milton

Tour change drawa near, 0 changeless pall of gray ! Thou dull brown plain, ye silent woods and sere! Heaven will be blue and earth be ijreen and jjay, And bird and beast be joyous, and life be dear, When Spring-tide comes. Far ocr the fie as will Bound the new lamb's bleat; The lark will mount his topmost stair of soiig; From high elm-boughs the treb'e and tenor sweet Of thrush and blackbird mingle all day long. The woodbine branch will dart its winged sprays, The palm-gold rend its casket; whorl by whorl Her fragile ladder will the cleaver raise ; The arom-scroll will silently unfurl. And soon the woody coverts and beds of grass, Arrayed in vestments all of delicate hue, Meet far the court of the maiden year, will pass Troops of white flowers and ye;low, pink and blue. The shy wind-flower will nestle 'oeath tho trees; Primrose and violet haunt the mossy bank; Cowslip and king-cup spread o'er the downs and leas, Robin and lady-smock o'er meadows dank. The limes will redden and the oaks embrown ; To chestnut buds a glistening dew will rise ; The feathering alders to the lake stoop down; The virgin hazels ope their crimson eyes. And then, watch howso patiently we may, A touch eludes our ken. lhe beechen tops To-day are'golden, willow wands are trray; To-morrow a green cloud enfolds the copse. And if perchance an ice-breath from the North, Or marsh air tainted with the Orient's gui c, Smite leaf and blossom brought untimely forth, The Bua'Will rise and heal them with a smile. Anon from the South will stream a gentle blast And bid the jewelled cones of the larches flash, lrr< m the oak woo tender shoots, and last Unclean the rigid fingera ot tha ash. With field and wood thus bathed in clear green light, And ringing wuh bud voices night and day, Dells hyacintn blue, and hedges hawthorn white, Will God'- glad Earth rene* herself in May. And ye, O torpid fancy and dull heart I Fettered and chided in v\ mter'a prison so long, Will not the touch of sunshine make ye start, Put on new plumes a< d tune a fresher aong, ' When Spring-tide comes? —The Academy.

A lover gave the wedding-ring Into the goldsmith's hand. " Grave me," he said, " a tender thought Within the golden band.", One goldsmith graved, With careful art— . "Till death us part.". The wedding-bell rang gladly out, , The husband said, "uh wife, Together we snail share tbe grief, The happiness of life. I give to thee My hand, my heart, Till death us part." 'Twas she that lifted now his hand , (O, lot c, that this should bs 1), Then od it placed the golden baud, And whispered tenderly: "'lill death us join, Lo, thuu art mine And I am thine 1 "And when Death joins we never more > Shall know an aching heart, ; he bridal of that better love , Death has no power to join. That troth will be For thee and me Eternity." So up the hill and down the hill ■ Through fifty changing years, They shared each other's happiness, They dried each other s tears. Alas! alas ! That Death's cold dart Such love can part! But oae cad day—she stood alone Beside hia narrow bed; She drew the ring f om off her hand, And to the goldsmith said: " O, mau, who grave With careful art, • Till death us part,' Now grave four words for me — > 'Till death ub join.'" He took -The precious goidee band once mote. With solemn WiSiful look, And wrought with care, For-love, not coin, "Till death us j^in."