Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXIV, Issue 2745, 15 February 1890, Page 5 (Supplement)

Poetry.

; WOULD WE RETURN? Would we return If once the Rates which closed upon the past Were opened wide for us, and if the dear Remembered pathway -stretched before us clear Tttjeud us back to youth's lost land at '"-*ket, Whfii on lite April shadows lightly cast, Recalled the old sweet days of; childish fear , With all their faded hopes, and brought a-near . ~ . 1 • The far off streams with which our skies were glassed; Did these lost drenms which wake the soul's sad yearning But live once more and waited our returnWould we return ? Would we return ; If love's enchantment held the heart no more , ';,.■' Andwe had come to count the,wiJd, sweet • •■]. pain, , The f•;<>■ diatree*, the lavish tears—but Had ■ cm'led the heart's hot J Wounds amidst the roar ■ , Of vanquished years come back, ana, as The sa 0 i.7° r .te called, and with soft eyes beguiling, Our losi. n..e u«okoned, through times grey and smiling, .. - Would we return? ■ Would we return Once we had crossed to deaths unlovely land, i. '■■■..' And trod the blooinless ways among the Leneand unhappy: after years had fled With twilight wings along that glimmering strand. If then—an angel came with outstretched hand ... j j To lead us back, and we recalled ,in dread How soon the tears that once for us ate * shed '.. ... . May flow for others—how like words in ai>nd Our memory fades away—how oft our waking . Might vex the living with the dead hearts breaking, '..■„ Would we return— Would we return ? —ROBERT 81-RNS WILSOK. ; ROBIN. It'e I wouldn't be a lady, Could I be a lady, born ; : : Far rather J'd.ba the farmer's lags To followthe iioWs at 'morn ; Ob, rather I'd be a farmer's lass, With Robin by my side, - To follow, tlie Cows and milk the cows In the meads at Cowslip-tide. Oh, rather than be a lady, I'd atay as a farmer's lass, To follow my love among the swathes When Robin is mowing grass; To follow ray love in autumn-time Among the ripened grain, To bind the cnrn and to stook the corn When Robin is reaping, fain. But could I have been a lady • Tosit incareless state, A year ago it's proud I'd been, : i But now 'twould come too late. Than all the dandy gentlemen - , That idle about the town, It's Robin I'd crave and Rubin I'd haveRobin, so bnsy"and brown. ; Could I find a fairy godmother ; Would change me intn a'queen, I'd fling my crown behind me In spite i'f its golden sheen ; F»r Robin's the only treasure Thut I would care to own— And what wero a crown, or fifty crownc, And I my life alone ? Mrs C. Joblino. FAIRY'S SLUMBER SONG. In lily cup I'll neat me From fairy dance to rest me, For the silver moon i...'Dips low, and anon Would the goblibs swart molest me. But never a gnome will mock me, N.'jr poering toad-faoe shock me, ; While the wind-elf blithe Stands on tip-toe lithe, By the the.lily'a stem to rock me. And the star-sprites lean above me, For all the arar-sprites love me ; In circle fair ~^)ich tholds in air,. P His little torch above me. Come, soft-winged Sleep, and kiss me . For the dreamland fairies miss me, Tilt thy sweet, cool lips Part the folded tips. Of my lily couch to kiss me. But -when thy spells unbind me, The sunbeams shall not find me. And my dreamy nest, Bβ only guessed, By the fragrance left behind me.