THE SUMMER WIND.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 43, 24 October 1891, Page 504

THE SUMMER WIND.

On, that summer wind ! speaks to my mind, As it comes up from the glassy sea, With a soft, low sigh as it passes by, And wanders o’er the grassy lea, And lightly breathes ’mong blossom wreaths, And whispers through the leafy tree. Like a sad, sweet lay of a far past day, A tale of childhood’s happy dream, Of a summer day and children at play On a grassy bank by a crystal stream, Atwining flowers in the sunshine hours. While each sigh a long lost name doth seem. But it sighs again in a deeper strain, Like a voice that is choked with grief and tears, Where thelong grass waveso’er our forefathers’ graves Like a voice from out the tomb of years, And sinks in the soul where life’s dark depths roll. Life’s heights and depths, life’s hopes and fears C.M.