THE MESSENGER WIND.
Go, wind, moaning round my lonely room, Blow north and take my thoughts unto my dear. Blow north this wintry night of gloom! Say that I love her now as then In that old past of yesterday; Say that 1 love her now as when Half frightened in my arms she lay That night upon the swaying deck When the wild gale went roaring past In clouds of driving spray. Go, wind, sobbing thro' the aspen trees That fringe this dark and melancholy home; Tell her in music, like the sea's, On sloping beaohes faintly blown Far inland into drowsy ears, All of my longing, all my pain, All of my deep unrest and fears; Say with what gloom the future seems A hopeless waste of weary time— Of barren, hollow years. Go, wind, with myriad tongues and low, Wake her from tearful dreams of sad regret. Oh, softly round her ohamber blow And tell her love can not forget. Bo I tho' another's head may rest Upon her bosom's throbbing snow; Tell her I know she loves me best. God keep you dearest, whisper that, And so, good-night, the wan white moon Has vanished in the west t —Felix Browit. Dunedin, July 1.
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Otago Witness, Issue 1901, 10 July 1890, Page 33
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207THE MESSENGER WIND. Otago Witness, Issue 1901, 10 July 1890, Page 33
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