POETS’ CORNER.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2568, 31 July 1909, Page 1 (Supplement)

POETS’ CORNER.

IN LOVER’S LANE. I walked away with her, and know Such rapture as may coine to you Only when springtime days are here— The halcyon beauty of the year— And sky and sea are brightly blue. Ah, down that lane where blossoms grew, And young Delight sang sweet and cfear, Laughing, fergettng Memory’s tear, I -walked away. How light my heart! The sunlight through The tree-tops had but this to do— To pave our path with golden cheer. I paused and said: “I love you, dear!” But from my arms she quickly flew — I walked away! —Charles Hanson Towne. WHEN WE "REACH THE TOP OF THE HILL. When we reach the top of the hill, my dear, Up the road of life and love, \ Ye shall look from high with vision clear On the big, bright world, afar and near. And the blue of the skies above. We shall halt a while to fix our sight On many a prospect- wide, Then onward and down beyond the height, Then onward and down toward the night— Two travellers side by side! —Eugene C. Dolson.

VILLANELLE. I bring no wealth —my love is ail, A paltry tiling men' might distain: Take thou the gift, nor deem it small! If riches answered to my call, .V hoard of gold might be thy gain : ■I bring no wealth —my love is all! Great treasures at- your fee:: might fall, AY here now my love alone is lain — Take thou the gift, nor deem it small! Place not thy heart, in golden thrall. _ Ncr bind thy soul to Croesus pain! L bring no -wealth —my love is all. Since fetters rich thy soul would gall. And gilded links thy heart would chain. Take thou the gift, nor deem it small' The love I give can never pall, AATiile pleasures born of riches wane: I bring no wealth —my love is all — Take thou the gift, nor deem it small! —A'ivian M. Moses.

THE NEW ICARUS. Here comes our courier of.the sky. Who goes oil agile "pinions by ; Who shapes his path to sink or soar Along the empyrean’s floor. Poised higher than the eagle dare. He. too, is master of the air, And makes his way with will as free As those who traverse land or sea. From his vast aerie looking down. He sees below each field and town: And the horizon, stretching far, Accepts him as a shooting star. What Daedalus dreamed this age has shown; The field of air is made our own; And so on wings we soar and rise, And course the clear cerulean skies. We jostle clouds that, floating free, Make an aerial argosy, Whoso fleecy sides, seen moving slow. Mimic huge drifts of spotless snow.. The secret man so long Dias sought Is now irrevocably caught; And lie who gave the wonder birth, Like Puck, shall soon engirdle earth! —Joel Benton.

SOXG OF THE SUN-DIAL Poses, radiant of luster. Pound about the dial cluster; Ah, happy dial. With thine fair espial! Then the ruthless winter blows, And where, I prithee, is the rose? Buried deep beneath the snows! Ah, unhappy dial! Lovers in the scented weather ' At the dial meet together; Ah, happy dial. With thine fair espial! Then the ruthless winter blows, But lovers are not like the rose; What care they for deep, deep snows? Happy , happy dial! —Sennett Stephens. LOVE'S FIRST- EDITION. In Cupid-.s book-shop once I went. Determined to discover Some pleasing bit of sentiment To entertain a. lover: And there, .among the rime and prose, I chanced to find a copy Of Love’s own book, with leaves of rose Bound up in flowers of floppy. •It was bright and fresh as new; One coukl not help but spy it. Forth from my breast I quickly drew The needed heart to buy it ; * Then home I hurried, greedy, glad — The height of my ambition, Was reached at last. Sweetheart, I had You in Love’s First Edition! —Julian Durand.