Poetry.

Wairarapa Standard, Volume XVIII, Issue 1702, 3 July 1885, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

K« sidr the Kars. Itil.i.lilKT SASGSTEB. GnixwioTHEr.'s knitting has lost its charm; Unheeded it lie* in her ample lap, While the sunset's crimson, soft and warm, Touches the frills of her snowy cap. She is gazing on two beside the bars, Under the maple—who little care For the growing dusk, or the rising stars, Or the hint of frost in the autumn air. One is a slender flip of a girl And one a man in the pride of youth— The maiden pure as the purest pearl, The lover strong in bis steadfast truth, “ Sweet, my own, as a rose of Jane,” He says full low o’er the golden head. It would sound to her like a dear old tune, Could grandmother hear the soft words said, For it seems but a little while ago Since under the maple, beside the bars, She stood a girl, while the sunset’s glow Melted sway ’mid the evening stars. And little you dream how fond a prayer Goes op to God through His silver stars, From the aged woman gazing there, For the two who linger beside the bars.