UNDER THE BIRCH TREES.
Leave .me here where the bright berries gleam ; Leave me here, I would sorrow alone, — For the flowers we planted are withered away, The summer is past and the autumn winds moan — And my life's like a drear autumn day. The yellow stream echoes below, The dripping boughs answer his song ; But their voice is a dirge of the dead long ago, And sung by a year that will perish ere long And be shroud-like enwreathed in the snow. Come I here 'mid the gloom for a light, For a star that may brighten my way ? No, I come where the forest is weeping to weep — Together we laugh when the soft breezes play, And together our sorrows are deep. — David M'Kee Wright. Tabletops, June 6.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2103, 14 June 1894, Page 39
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130UNDER THE BIRCH TREES. Otago Witness, Issue 2103, 14 June 1894, Page 39
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