THE HONEYMOONERS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 17, 23 April 1892, Page 436

THE HONEYMOONERS.

They heeded not the wintry skies, For, sunned in one another’s eyes,

They deemed it summer weather. No storm obscured their radiant glee ; Nor would they, if they could, be free ; They felt that all felicity Dwelt in one word— ‘ Together.’ That witching word —‘ Together.’

And so, the lovers, newly wed, Through groves Arcadian swiftly sped With spirits like a feather : So danced on down the hours away— The rosy hours of Love's sweet day, And all of joyous bright and gay. Was in that word— ‘ Together.' That witching word—‘Together.’

Ah, me ! What change fruition brings ! Time flew on disenchanting wings. And wrought an awful wonder ! The Honeymooners now agree Alone in longing to be free ; They deem that all felicity Dwells in one word—• Asunder.’ That witching word— 1 Asunder.’

When bright the summer sunbeams dart, They still have winter in the heart, Or only summer s thunder. What words can picture their distress? What metaphor their grief express ’ They feel there is no happiness But in one word—‘Asunder.’ That witching word—‘Asunder.’

C. J. Dunphie.