POETRY.
Thu MURDERED FACE.
Wrr.tovr droops now her breast upon the breast Of waveless water, Leaning her cheek against that hueless cheek ; And her leaves speak Tender as .• silence when the least wind trembles And sinks at rest.
Floats on the stream the -rippled argent -round Of the full moon,
Following with slower mood the faltering tide. Willow's branches slide Deeper to -draw the moon close to her breast, In silver slumber.
But as a murdered face in agitation Of windy flaw The argent moon wrinkles in angry pain Eyes stare in dream of pain.
Wind on the willow's bosom falls and moans, Hides in a floating cloud the moon's torn face.
lone FREEMAN.