MY LADY FROWNED.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 33, 16 August 1890, Page 2

MY LADY FROWNED.

My lady frowned, and ail the summer sky Grew sullen as with storm-clouds overhead, The winds that wafted warmth and fragrance by Blew chill and drear and savourless instead. The very roses seemed to change and fade, The lilies’ blooms were frozen hard and cold, A bitter blight upon the land was laid, And all the glory left the sunlight’s gold. No longer from the birds’ delicious throats Came softly warbled songs of love and mirth, Harsh discords sounded through the silver notes, And over all the beauty of the earth There hung a shadow, pitiless, profound— My lady frowned ! My lady frowned ; but at-a word I said— So sorrowful, so pleading and so faint It might have been the whispers of one dead For hope and pardon to some gentle saint— The sweet face brightened, and the starry eyes Waxed strangely beautiful with sudden tears, And, as the dark nocturnal darkness flies, Subdued and battled, when the dawn appears, The perfumed winds came back, the flowts once more All glowing in the sunshine seemed to bask. Why was the fair land fairer than before, Tne bird’s sweet songs more sweet 1 Ah, need you ask ’ The answer scarce were puzzle to a child— My lady smiled I Wanganui. W. R.