Selected Poetry.
A PAKTINGr.
The autumn wind went sobbing o'er the land, Stealing the last sweet breath of bloflsoms dying, . . And on the long, straight stretchof shimog sand, Voiced with regret, the leaden waves were eighiDg.
No break above in all the dull grey sky, No glint of purple 'mid the faded heather ; And slowly we walked [onward, you and I, Side by side, and yet not, oh! not together!
Ob, had you known and eeen my heart that day, How all its love, its full, entire devotion, Bushed forth to you in swift impetuous way, As rivers sweep forever to the ocean!
Oh, had you known that I—whose life must close Without you, as a blurred, imperfect story, •Had rather shared your sorrows and your woes, Than grasp a kingdom's wealth—a hero's , ', glory!
Oh me !oh me.' to think this is the end; By Blow degrees my very me'm'ry perish ; Andvou even say, " She was my friend," i Nor ono sweet thought of me e'en faintly cherish.
The song, the dance, the laugh, and passing jest— You knew these of me; but you knew not ever The heart that ached and broke within my "»' ' breast, 'And heaven willed that you should know it never.
Again I walk upon that shore to-day, And wonder if Eternity's great ocean Shall yield for you one silver gleam of spray, Lost but for me and my untold devotion.
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Western Star, Issue 977, 29 August 1885, Page 1 (Supplement)
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235Selected Poetry. Western Star, Issue 977, 29 August 1885, Page 1 (Supplement)
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