JOY'S THOUSAND DEATHS.
A thousand sweetnesses were lost to me In losing thee ; The solitary perfect rose may droop and die In one sweet sigh ; I watch the fading of the violet With soft regret; And they are dead — their little day is o'er, And nevermore Upon those withered s'ems that once were green Will they-ba seen; But when the tender heliotrope decays, Thro' many days, New buds keep opening as the flowers expire, As tongues of fire Leap up from ashes we had thought were cold, And new asid old Upon one graceful stem in beauty grow, And perfumes flow From every one of their iove-laden, hearts Till life departs. And when the last dear drooping purple bloom. Fades in the gloom, The precious flower has died a thousand deaths Of fragrant breaths. So are the many memories of thee A part of me, So is the sweetness of that past of thine Blended with thme; So could I scarce bsliejte thee truly deadf Until there flecl From out each moment of each passing hour, As from the flower, The thousand joys that lifo had given lo me In giving thee". For, like the flower that died its many deaths Of scented breaths, A thousand sweetnesses were lost to me ' In losing thee. — IiILIAU. December, 1902.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2546, 31 December 1902, Page 62
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217JOY'S THOUSAND DEATHS. Otago Witness, Issue 2546, 31 December 1902, Page 62
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