VERSE, OLD AND NEW.

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LII, Issue 16946, 30 January 1926, Page 10

VERSE, OLD AND NEW.

TUB JiEASON OP IT. Mv love is very charming But site hath a high conceit. She begs me to lay roses At her silver-slipperecl feet. And though 1 love her dearly I’m a gardener by trade; Rather 'than kill my roses I’d seedier beduty fade. Dorothy lv. M. Livcsay. IN EXCELSIS. •The new muon hangs in the wintry tree, !The spring rains march by the door, i The summer conics and the roses blow, ' The mellow woods of. autumn glow, And love is more and more. The seasons puss, the strong winds die, 'The sunlight steals from the wall, /Phc glittering planets wheel and sink/ ; The tides return to the ocean’s brink, 1 And love is all in all. I —Bliss Carman, in Far Horizons. I THE WOOD-DOVE. In the greenwood whence song hath j flown, There is the wood-dove making moan, Bidding the silence to be gone Bcfoie her plaintive monotone. .Poised like an ash-grey Holy Spirit,, And all the wood listens to hear it; The cloak o’ the peacock, the trees wear it , Green and blue and the bronze near it. Full Summer: The wood-dove hovers, Under spread wings the silence covers. Gone the young muon of Jove and | lovers, ; Tit and blackbird and thrush are j rovers. Only the wood-dove will brood and i brood. The ash-grey spirit of the, greenwood, ’ Breaming still in her solitude, That love was lovely and children good. * —Katharine Tynan.