Auburn-haired Pyrrha.

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 February 1901, Page 409

Auburn-haired Pyrrha.

A Suggestion from Horace, Bk. 1., Ode 5,

Alas ! thy broken faith he'll mourn, And the changed Fates o'er-ruled by thee ; In wonder he will see the storm

Creep angry o'er the summer sea,

What winning boy in grotto cool, Amid thy many beauteous flowers, 0, Pyrrha ! is thy latest love, A foil for all the weary hours ?

Bat I have felt the sudden change, And oft the treacherous deep have tried, And I know well the worthlessness That other men have deified.

For whom dost comb that yellow hair, So simply sweet in thy young grace ? For whom is wreathed the sunny smile, That fills with artless charm thy face ?

He now enjoys the golden hours, Unknowing of thy vacant mind,

So like a breathless silent day, With not a whisper of the wind.

Chas. Owen