THE SEA BREEZE AND THE SCARF.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 35, 29 August 1891, Page 315

THE SEA BREEZE AND THE SCARF.

Hung on the casement that looked o'er the main. Fluttered a scarf of blue : And a gay. bold breeze paused to Hutter and tease This tritie of delicate hue. • You are lovelier far than the proud skies are,’ He said with a voice that sighed ; • You are fairer to me than the beautiful sea : Oh why do you stay here and hide ? • You are wasting your life in this dull, dark room And he fondled her silken folds. ‘O'er the casement lean but a little, my queen. And see what the great woild holds ! How the wonderful blue of your matchless hue Cheapens both sea and sky ! You are far too bright to be hidden from sight— Come, tly with me, darling, fly.’ Tender his whisper, and sweet his caress, Flattered and pleased was she : The arm of her lover lifted her over The casement out to the sea : Close to his breast she was fondly pressed. Kissed once by his laughing mouth ; Then dropped to her grave in the cruel wave. While the wind went whistling south.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox.