EGGS AND OLIVES.

Otago Witness, Issue 2286, 23 December 1897, Page 62

EGGS AND OLIVES.

Necdum omnis abacta Piiuperies epulis regum ;'naru vilibus ovis Nigrhque e3t oleis hodie locus. Hor. Sat. 11, fi, U G. PLAY-TIME. Glad waves, splash upon the rocks, Froth np on the glisteniug sand ; OS with cramping ehoe3 and socka. Skip like children,' hand in hand.' D nice we down to dare the wave, ' Scud we screaming up tho shore, - . Drencht with spray : don't look so grave, Nought will spoil — get wet once more 1 Build a castle, dig a moat— Safer so from war's alarms ; Seaweed banners o'er it float, Crabs make splendid men-at-arms. See them scufflj to and fro — O dear, dear ! you're friends, not foes ; You must never quarrel so — Mind, the big one 's at your toes ! Poor bewildered crabs ! Well then, R*ce them home : come, here's a trackSoon you'll be " at sea " again ! Put a jockey on bis back ; I've a winkle riding mine, Try a limpet. Now then, One! Two ! Three ! Off !— They're in the brine Neck and neck, dead heat : what fun 1 Write our names here on a scroll— C2U<l<», £3£H«51£51. There's the Sea Washt me all away — how droll ! Lewing you lamenting ms. No, my darling, look not sad ; See, the foaming wa f ers take . , You off after me — how glad A thing is death to hearts that ache V Wander now along the beach, Arms entwining, Souls a-hush, Thoughts .too deep, too dear for speech, Heeding not the surge's rush. Here we reach the rocks ; let's lie Telling tales of mermaids fair, Comely Bailor-boys who die * Tangled in their dank, green hair : Tales of Gods and Heroes, long, Long ago by Poets told In the unrestrained glad sons; Of Earth's youth— flrst Age of Gold. Hark ! The Sea hath changed his note To a hollow roaring — hear ? On the far horizon float Banks of cloud — a storm is near. On with socks and shoes ! The air Even now strikes raw and cold, And the cloud-banks over there Faster and more fast unfold. The curtain of the fog,' dead-white, With tattered edge, blots out the sky— ' We'll pray for those at sea to-night, Dear Heart, bub now — all ready ? Fly !

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