TO EMILY MINER.
0 young and lovely! Now I’m left With old ideals gone; Bereft of power to praise, bereft Of high comparison. When Helen first put up her hair, She may have looked like you; Or Dian holding back a tear For the first fawn she slew. There's not a limb in Melian land, Or veiled in Coan seas, Which lissom chisel planed; or planned By rapt Praxiteles, To match you from your folded feet To little lifted chin, A line of perfect limbs which meet; And not a beam gets in! But if there is not for the eye An equal in the heart, The outer vision fades; so I, To find your counterpart, Call back the loveliness to aid Which stars my world of song: Ladies whom time has lovelier made, And think of them when young. But what are the planets when the bright New crescent, tall and shy, Tip-toes across the orchard light Which tinges half the sky? ■—O. G., in the Irish Statesman.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3961, 11 February 1930, Page 63
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169TO EMILY MINER. Otago Witness, Issue 3961, 11 February 1930, Page 63
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