Poetry.

Wairarapa Standard, Volume XX, Issue 2014, 7 January 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

The Old Attic Kmd. 1 remember the dear old attic room. Where I slept when a little boy. In the farmhouse over beside the bill, When life was a je rfuct Joy. I remember the ch.rrs son.d and quaint Anil the bed whereon I slept, And tbc chest nf drawers beside the door. Where the apples were always kept. I r> member well how the early snn Through the window small would stray, And how the hint on the tree outside Would war'd- hi.- morning lay, And how my nvtb-r's •• Tin;' to get up 1" On my betdli ar w nld fad. And the anproteatim.' print that bung So crookedly on the wa 1. 1 r no mVr the ceiling, cracked and low. Wh-'ie bunches of |«-pp-rs hung. And the oid green cuitain that wouldn't roll up. Hut in every wil l brer.’-? swung. I r member the barrels with stovepipes filled. And various other things. And the memory of this dear old room lle-mcmbrancc a s i brings

Of the sights I had ■ ■? innocent rest; What wouldn't I give to he Again in tle-se rosy, Lnyhood dream*, A wan hj ri r happy and fire ! And vo its rr,rf" ii>v !!-or to romp, A merry ar.d boisterous I»jV, And see my little sister play With her latest painted toy

The room was not fair to look upon, r>::t to me ’twas a )■ lly In st. Ah. tint now as th- n I mnl t lay me down. Its tired and wiping truest. And dream the do ants that then I dreamt In the nights s.i mnl and still, On the le-tmdy bed in that attic room In the farmhouse by the hill I