POETS' CORNER.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2574, 7 August 1909, Page 1 (Supplement)

POETS' CORNER.

TO SKY-CLIMBERS. Climb, sky-men, climb above the lessening world With all the city's million roofs below And catch the red-hot rivet-;, deftly hurled, And chive them homo with hammers, bow on blow; And, to the under-whistle's tiny scream. Hide, as upon some huge ungainly steed. Into the sky the cable-lifted beam Which quivers in the wind as doth a reed. Heroes you are who need r.o drums to urge. Heroes who ask no laurel, should too d;e balanced aloft where tempests beat ami surge. Half-vanished in the great line-dom-ing sky! For (mo: e heroic than the battle-rage Which animates the olden poet's lay ) There is a task Homeric you engage Without the ..strut and tinsel of a play! *

—American hi • gazino. AN ENOUGH SPARROW. Up to my window ledge A little sparrow fifes •' Fluttering, on the edge. Puti! ho tin.re espies The crumbs each day pro rides in love which ne'er denies His little heart confides, As if to recognise Host willingly my gift Ho chirps in gratitude Although he might nor lift In lilt his buoyant mood : Hut silent fluted notes On inner ears alight-: -So through the ether floats. Unvoiced, a soul's delight. —Amelia Robbins. —Spring hold Republican'. THE WIFE. The little Dreams of Maidenhood— I put them all away As tenderly as mothers would The toys of yesterday, When little 'children grow p> men. Too ovenvi.se for play. The little dreams I put aside — I loved them, every one, And yet, since moon-blown buds, must hide Before the noonday sun. " * I close them wistfully away, 'And give the key to none. 0. little dreams of Maidenhood Lie quietly, nor care If some day, in ait idle mood. 1. searching unaware Through some closed corner of my heart, .Should laugh to find you there. —Theodosia Garrison.

LWPERIUAf IN IMPERIO. Just God, that.keens the city's gate Rise it be kept in vain. Touch us the riddle of our fate And mix • Thv meaning plain. Teaeli us to think before we act. To die before we fail, To know, the fiction from the fact. The hilXtop from the vale; Honor and truth to. hold so dear No madness may •implant. Nor promptings of a foolish fear. Nor sophistries of cant. Error as humbly to confess . As guidance we implore • Teach us to talk a little loss And think a little more. Guy O. Pollock. THAT AIRSHIP. i There Heated on high In the month of July An airship of wondrous construction. The folks got q fright When they saw its bright light. For they thought it was bent on dc- * struction. It was often descried Going out for a ride. Swift soaring high over the sea. On Blue [Mountains, some say, Lav the “ship” through the day. And at evening sailed out for a “ijUve." When the rumor was hoard Some said: “It's absurd; That story i s all very fine.” For in stillness of night li; was said to alight Close to Kaitangata mine. To Kelso in daylight, ' And Clutlni at night. To the Nuggets it also “showed face /’ Invercargill ill's, too. Saw the airship, ’tis true. So we wondered what next would take place. • With never a warning. In the small hours of,morning, 1 l.t paid North Dunedin a call. Excitement was strong. When it glided along* As to what was its meaning at all. Some said: “It's a spy Far up in the skv, . With his eve on New Zealand you'll . find.” Others blamed whisky. _ That makes folk too frisky— , 1 Am! ihe airships exist in the mind. c,J. jj. Alien, in the “Dunedin Sta-J.”)