ARCADY.
I started off one perfect day, In joy along the king’s highway ; Eight gladsome I, and well might be, For I was bound for Arcady. I knew no care, I knew no doubt, And wherefore else ? ’Twas fair about And my desire of heart to be Bound on the way to Arcady. But presently I weary grew— Long leagues behind —ahead a few Or many, none could answer me. How many leagues to Arcady. Yet, as I toiled along, I met A maid, who face like mine was set Towards the fair goal that tempted me— The storied realm of Arcady. “Prithee,” I said, “ together let’s This way pursue that charms, then frets.” “Agreed,” she said then smiled as we Eenewed our way to Arcady. For me no more the strange unrest Or sharp impatience in my breast, No more I sought for signs to see •' How many leagues to Arcady. Dear heart,” I said; “ I wonder why ?” To which she blushing made reply : “ Perchance who love, where’er they be, That place to them is Arcady. —Selected,
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Southern Cross, Volume 5, Issue 23, 11 September 1897, Page 6
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178ARCADY. Southern Cross, Volume 5, Issue 23, 11 September 1897, Page 6
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