SONNET.

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 8, 1 May 1900, Page 612

SONNET.

Outside ray window, in the sighing trees, The night wind whispers of the sea, that lies Beyond the ranges, where the hills and skies Melt into mist. The sobbing of the breeze Sinks low, like distant surf upon the shore, Then rising takes the voice of wintry seas, Filling my chamber with the ocean's roar. The light of morning sweeps the stars away, And sweeps away the ocean voices sweet ; They come not to my longing ears by day, But in the night-time, creeping to my feet, They come upon the wind from seas that beat Upon the lonely coast, far from my sight, To murmur solace through the mist of night. Mary H. Poynter.