ORIGINAL POETRY.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXI, Issue I, 4 July 1903, Page 24

ORIGINAL POETRY.

Kaipara: An Idyll,

Ik>wu tbe mangroved creek we swept. Where the sunny waters slept, In the sweet and stilly swoon, Of the summer afternoon, Drifting down with idle oar. Slowy floating by tbe shore. On the tide-way borne, adreaming Of the beauties round us teaming; For our sole philosophy.— “Happiness enough to be!”

Onward to tbe Heads we glide. Till the sunset fires have died, Xud the swinging waters flow In the fading afterglow; Till the evening's pallid eyes. Blinking thro’ the dusky skies. More softly limpid grow as night Veils the sun's actinic light.

Then, the moonlight, o’er the bills Rising with new beauty fills Sky and water, earth and air, Permeating everywhere: While the world around us grev Soft and balmy, as the dew That the Lee entranced sips From the- languid lily’s lips,— As ambrosial as the wine Of the golds cf old, divine.

Kai para, beloved of yore. Beautiful of stream and shore. Still. as then, your charms remain Dreamlike pictures, once again Involuntarily drawn. Yet, of liveliest fancy bosn. Never loveliness could be Like to their reality! A. V. HARRINGTON, England.