Poetry.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXIV, Issue 2763, 29 March 1890, Page 5 (Supplement)

Poetry.

HEART-TONES IN NATUE A hush in the air like the silence shadows Or thoughts ling'ring far in the distai A listening-like quiet of birds wait O'er, graves o£ Eiweet violets low buried In presence of -Nature—a mind feaat beauty>-r" Her life .16 a silence, her feelings i h^ard; ' , . Real comes from ideal, and loves leads 4 lightness, Troth comes from her soul depths,— ■*• unspoken word. A long slant of sunlight, a changing of le • bats . , A fluttering of wings bke a throb in t ■heart; ' . ' A song echo dfftig—a' pause—yet anothei The life, ofsensation in each seems '/■ "part 'J;,;; ! . A calling, of tuis, that talk to each other, A coding of doves speaking love of tnt A fuU'flow of song'cross the breadth of tl /h&atker. - - : Through ferns,, that uplifting seem oi with-one grown; The breadth ofalifo is its love for. a: • TGtfler, ; " ; ... Tfie dew clouds of morning ail melt in 1 one, The rose-ehartn of each makes the othi more lovely, , , Joy'ldaes itf> sweetness, partaken alone;. And Relict * influences, and deep sense i ,1, "dreaming, ; , , 1 , And sorrow..-, and joy—a cloud and And feelings-that long for the life of t< 'morrow, '. . Aspsritihand beckoning us back fromth grave; • •:■■■. ... ~ And longings again ! for repose with tn loved one, -\; A short ahgel passage to star realms c Bach ha'd.its own thought of' hearts linke to each other* Affection's a-world in itself—from above ' r Frank W. W, HcbbArd, 1890.-: Tfi RORE. Weary and discontented Filled with a strange unrest To thee, old wend my way, As achild to its mother's breast Mid thy quiet haunts. Te Rore, glades, I com&v(K<h-'weary* footsteps, To bask in thy sylvan shades. 0 ! other' days, With tide bo swift and strong, ThroJ many a half forgotten maze, ! TKou beafest me along'! :;, There's not a bill, a tree, a track, A'Uhdmark great or small, That does not once again to me, Scmie childhood hour recall. : Unchanged thra';many a passing year, Pirongia meets my view With softly undulating form, Of Heaven's eternal.blue; Unaltered under Iro'st or sun, ' Serene as .in the days, ; . Whau-flrst froin : sleep ifcy infant muse Awoke to sing her praise. AndiS there's- the spot where I : lov'd ti ...,. dreamy - • 'Heath that golden wattle tree, : To kjuild " air castles,"--rHow I smile , At tjjeir-artless, vanity:! 1 smfle'at a child's high-flown conceits, half bitterly, " Wheii I think' how rugged has proved thi path Where the raises were to be! ' I wander on down the dusty road, " And J hear the merryshout : unrestrained, That]" School is coming out" The building shews tha hand of time, . With Sloiv bp t" sure decay,; tHoiwr well I'rbmeiuber the great event , Of its history's.fa'p'niri^days.) Ah me.il'ln the old familiar ' ground', is there, Ofallsho . in thoaa by-gnnedays, MyJpllow schoQl-mates wore. AH at our f post 'mid the a busy, world, i ■ Be it pen," or plough', or tool.— (And lesson- we've, learned I ween, That" tiever was taught at school.) alone lie sleeping - " IniGod's acrsj'calm and still, ' Called home before their fee't'had Climbed Fat up life's-stony hill. Mine eyas grow,dim with unshed tears, ;, I turnr — L To the winding stream that rushes by, Amid the nestling fern."* 'Twas there wd sailed'our miniic boata In many an idle hour, Or wove with moss and ti-tree white, A rustic summer bower. 01 guileless hours,Kapp'y;dSys,| < 1 I feel With foolish'pain,' ' * How far ye are from nae to-night, But sorrowing is S For as I homeward turn once more, evening shadows fallJ"' f»I ? • I kw>ns||ayK'igr myt - s Tfie greatest change of all ! Yet there are days the thought of thee, i • Te Kore, briiigs to me, ,'. , That aye shall' kepp tHy inem'ry green, Till I hate ceased to bo. E. S. D. Fairlands, Whangamarino. ~,. ~