POET'S CORNER.

Otago Witness, Issue 1812, 13 August 1886, Page 30

POET'S CORNER.

Frost Fancies. Iwo mimic mountains here are seen

The window pane pourtraying, * With yawning canons in between, While singing pines And trailing vines Are sighing hear and swaying there, And tropic splendours everywhere Are<at>ening to the morning air, Artistic skill betraying. T)n shelving rocks, with careful feet, The mountain goat is gaining A foothold where the herbs are sweet, While faint and low, Far down below, We almost hear her bleating kid, As, 'neath the rocky terrace hid He fears to wait, his foes amid, And bides his time complaining. Here seems au overhanging ledge, And there a stream, conies purliug, Its banks outlined by shrub and sedge, In rhythmic flow Its waters go To mingle with the western sea, Impelled along, as we may be, The finite towards infinity, In endless cycles whirling. Is there some great creative power Within the very air we're breathing, That stamps a thought upon each flower, Works where it lists, In soil or mist, By chemic force, to nature known ? Her panoramic views are shown, Mirage of marvels, that her own Swift, tireless hand is wreathing. The frost-sprite wrought his fancies queer, While I, at rest, was dreaming The long-sought " Golden Gate " was near, In sunny hours And summer bowers We picked the oranga and the lime In sweet Hesperia's milder clime, And life was one glad harvest time, Old earth with plenty teeming.