New Zealand Verse/Song (p185)

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CXXII.

Song.

One eve I saw the hills all flushed with light,
And burnished with the gold of sunset glow—
 The flaming gold of sunset glow.

Next morn, when I arose, the hills were white,
All gleaming cold, and white with early snow;
 And lowering skies above the snow.

One day I plucked a rose that pleased my sight;
But in my garden now no roses blow—
 No more for me red roses blow!

So was my joyous youth gone in a night,
And Love!—Love left me, ah! so long ago
 I scarce remember it—so long ago !

Maud Goodenough Hayter

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