POETS’ CORNER.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2616, 25 September 1909, Page 1 (Supplement)

POETS’ CORNER.

TIME TO GO

Young April’s here, and all the wood’s

astir, Yet my feet stir not to be following her; Wild cherries stand hung with soft snow of spring, Yet my hope knows no sudden blossoming. A mating bird sings clear these boughs among,

But my sail heart sends back no answering song: What, heart of mine, lia you so cold and numb? Ah, time we went!—dear life, my day is done. I hear the ripple of child-laughter low. And, heart, you leap not—it is time to go.

I sec young lovers clasp, with rapture dumb And yet I long not—yea, the &nd is come.

Long since, the faith of early days lay dead, And though I dream a loftier in its stead. Let us go now, O heart, lest we should know That dream can die too. It is time to go.

(Habberton Lulham.iu “St. James’s Gazette.”) e

THE HOUR OF CHAOS

It eqmeth at the height of thy attaining, It cometh in the pit of thy restraining, Or in the noonday of thy'noble straining, Or in the twilight of thv purpose waring, The time when thou must lose thy way of things.

Then findest thou no guide in lettered pages, No beacon in the flame of fleshly rages, No shelter in the bars of gilded cages. But thou must doubt of all thy work and wages Alone in all the blinding day of things.

Then doth thy rock of trusting cJcav* asunder , > Then do thy garnered sheaves appear as plunder Torn from a weaker vessel, crushed under, A finer spirit deafened by 1 ho thunder And endless roaring of the storm if things.

Then all the powers with their sceptres gleaming, And all tho graces erstwhile pure fcno beaming Become the nightlnare spectres ■ f thy dreaming And all the world is a discord Ic< tiling . , . ... c And angry writhing of t«e worm or things. (R. T. Chandler, in “Westmimter Gazette.”) CORRECTION. Some verses published in ’this crhnnp on September' 18th were Jrrong v attributed to E. J. Cox. The authors name, was Eliza Fox.