FROM OUT THE VOID.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 26, 27 June 1891, Page 105

FROM OUT THE VOID.

You were faiter than summer roses, You were stately as lilies white ;

Your voice was like music ringing In the silence and dusk of night, But your soul was that of the lily—

Your heart was cold as the snow That covered the fields and forests In that winter of long ago.

I had knelt at your feet in pleading, I had given my heart s best love— It was yours through Eternity’s courses— It was true as the stars above. But you tossed it by like a flower That had pleased you for a day. And you laughed at my woe that evening, In the twilight, dim and gray.

So now, on this wild shore standing, With the I'nknown face to face, I semi you a ghostly gieeting O’er the measureless fields of space I am dead, but my soul is living— You w ill know it, once for all, For 1 11 be at your side each evening When the twilight shadows fall.

You will feel the touch of my kisses On your soft cheek, waim and blight ; But so cohl will be my caresses, You will deem them the winds of night And in some drear, starless gloaming, When the sands of y our life run low, Through darkling realms of mystery Your soul and my own shall go.