ITALIAN MYRTLES.

New Zealand Tablet, 26 August 1920, Page 37

ITALIAN MYRTLES.

(As Typical of Ideal Irish Maidenhood. Suggested by seeing, for the first time, fire-flies in the myrtlehedges at Spezzia.) By many a soft Ligurian bay The myrtles glisten green and bright. Gleam with their flowers of snow by day, And glow with fire-flies through the night, And yet, despite the cold and heat. Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet. There is an Island in the West, Where living myrtles bloom and blow, Hearts where the fire-fly Love may rest Within a Paradise of snow— Which yet, despite the cold and heat, , Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet. Deep in that gentle breast of thine— Like fire and snow within the pearl— Let purity and love combine, O warm, pure-hearted Irish girl! And in the cold and in the heat Be ever fresh, and pure, and sweet. Thy bosom bears as pure a snow As e’er Italia’s bowers* can boast, And though no fire-fly lends its glow— As on the soft Ligurian coast ’Tis warmed by an internal heat Which ever keeps it puhe and sweet. i The fire-flies fade on misty eves The inner fires alone endure * Like to the rain that wets the leaves Thy very sorrows keep thee pure —- They temper a too ardent heat? And keeps thee ever pure and sweet, —Denis Florence MacCarthy, M.R.IA.