Poetry.

Wairarapa Standard, Issue 2067, 13 May 1887, Page 1 (Supplement)

Poetry.

Am Orchard it AvignonThe hill* are whit#, but not with snow ; They are u pale in Summer lime, For herb or grass may never grew Upon their elopes of lime. WTtbin the circles of the hills A ring, all flowering in around, An orchard-ring of almond Alls The plot of stony ground. More fair than happier trees. I think, Grown in well-watered pasture land, Toese parched and stum d branches, pink Above the stones and sard. 0 white, austere, ideal place, Where very few will care to come. Where Spring hath lost the waving grace She wears for us at home! Fain would I sit and watch for hoots The holy whiteness ol thy bills, Their wreath of pale auroral flowers, Their peace the silence Alls. A place of secret peace thou art, Such peace as in an hour of pain One moment fills the amazed heart, And never comes again. I M-