THE YEARNING OF LOVE.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XII, Issue VI, 10 February 1894, Page 144

THE YEARNING OF LOVE.

Sweetly I dream of a dear, pretty creature, Glowing with beauty and teeming with grace, Joy in each accent, and love in each feature, Light in her eye, and a soul in her face. But oftener still do I dream of a dozen, As fair as the one that I dreamed about first, And wonder if ever, ’mong sweetheart or cousin, I’ll settle on her who is sweetest or worst. But no ; ’tis in vain that my unrestrained passion, Which drives me in sympathy hither and there, Can sober itself in a pure, proper fashion, And find one alone all its throbbings to share. Oh. where in this world can a heart in its chases, With feelings so wild and so grand in its scope, Be loved in the plural, and meet the embraces (>f darlings unnumbered, all waiting to slope ? Ah, sweetly 1 dream of a land sentimental, Beyond the cold regions of dollars and cents, Where, wrapt in the splendours of life oriental. Are bosoms all heaving with fondness intense. If joys there be elsewhere, oh, do not compare, To ecstasies whispering over the seas ; Oh. mine is a nature that pines for a harem. To dote on a thousand affectionate ‘ she’s.’