MAID ALICE.

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 5, 1 February 1900, Page 49

MAID ALICE.

Birds were twittering in the trees, Rustling softly in the breeze, Lightly ruffling up the hair Of Maid Alice, tall and fair.

Flowers were swaying to and fro, Nodding gently, whispering low, As the summer twilight grew,

And the moon dim shadows threw

O'er the garden, old and quaint, Where the odours sweet and faint Of the flowers nodding there, Filled with fragrance all the air.

Twittering birds and gentle breeze In the softly sighing trees, Flowers swaying to and fro, See you how the shadows grow?

By the rose bush near the wall Stands Maid Alice, fair and tall, But her shadow, straight and true, With the rose bush maketh t wo.

Tell me then, 0 birds and flowers, Lovers of her childish hours — Tell me then, how can it bo That the shadows now are three?

Trilled the birds and sighed tho flowers, Gone are Alice's childish hours, Evermore for good or ill Greater love her soul doth fill.

Rhoda Abnky,