Low Lies My Love.

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume VII, Issue 5, 1 February 1903, Page 396

Low Lies My Love.

Low lies my love beneath the palms that quiver, Planted by Grod about a radiant tide, And through the calms the all but voiceless river Murmurs " they lie who say that once she died." Through the late spring the days of sunny weather Bring back the balm and peace of long ago When we were glad — so glad of heart together — From each fair morn until its even glow. Life seemed so good at morn, at noon, and gloaming, In our fair land of love-dreams and of flowers, When all my thoughts dove-like to thee went homing On the warm winds that winged about the hours. Still we are one by every earthly token — One by the proof that distance cannot part ; Still we hold speech by silences unbroken By the melodious language of the heart. All through the night I hear your footsteps falling, Coming and going through Night's stai'-litten room, All through the night I hear your sweet voice calling, " Shadows come nigh, but never any gloom." "Far in the West I wait a hallowed wedding, Where gold of evening beckons the star-shine, While in the Bast the Morn her odours shedding Blooms o'er my Love in lands that still are mine." Days bring no pang of fever or of fretting O'er the old days of pleasure and of pain ; Lo ! it is mine to never know forgetting, For in sweet memories I live life again. Happy am I : The days are but beguiling — Soul of my Soul — nay spirit unto thine, And as they pass men stare to see me smiling In tbe lost eyes that look thy love divine. Fair are the flowers about your place of resting, 000 l are the waves that lisp your lullaby, Blest are the bii'ds that find a place of nesting Close o'er your head within a kowhai tree. Blest too am I, for none on earth can sever Each from the other, whatever bolt is hurled ; Blest too art thou forever and forever Loving — so loved — to have escaped the world. D. M. Ross.