A THING OF MIST.

Otago Witness, Issue 2273, 23 September 1897, Page 48

A THING OF MIST.

N>ar to me ? Yes ; but yet Hast thou not seen creep in between, When we are nearest met,

A phantom arm of mist ?—? — ■ Too vagufi to start us two apart, Too, formless ,to resist. . , ' My hand glides through tbe ghnst ; And thefl it shifts —disperses — lifts— And vanishes almoat. ' -■ So I try to forget ; ITor thea it seems unreal as dreams Born of tny own brain. Yet Again it t.ikes its place ; I see it rise before thine eyesIt bliiw from me thy face. , It doth return, as sure As smoke blown back from off its track «Jf fires that still endxire. And once it so bef dl, 1 dreamt it; broke — this arm of smokeProm out the flames of Hell. But thah was foolishness — Heil's devilry to torture me— A dream — no more, no less ! Dear to me ? Thou ? So dear This is to me grim agony, I would hold thee co near. So dear, oh, love, thou art, This scarce-confessed faint thing has pressed Like woe about my heart. A fancied thin?, you say ? A drenm— a whim— this smoke-arm dim, ■ That I should laugh away? Perhaps, beloved ; but yet I wish it were nob always there When we are closeliest met. September 1897. —Kate Addison.