Southern garland . come rushingThrough wattle, ?when day s at noon ! Set low like a mothers murmurInto ears when the eyelids droop ; Set soft, like a bees hum hushing The flowers his lips are brusliing. O, gleaming, dripping Wattle! The Wind, when it blows through a velvet-throated singer, And it sings to a golden noon, where the noonlights mottle,I lie and listen, waltle! And, listening, pass the borderWhere only a child may stray, Into the land of fairies . . The years since I ?went that way! Ah, Wattle ! are you the warder Who guards that dim, dear border ? The Wind loves wa
Southern garland . come rushingThrough wattle, ?when day s at noon ! Set low like a mothers murmurInto ears when the eyelids droop ; Set soft, like a bees hum hushing The flowers his lips are brusliing. O, gleaming, dripping Wattle! The Wind, when it blows through a velvet-throated singer, And it sings to a golden noon, where the noonlights mottle,I lie and listen, waltle! And, listening, pass the borderWhere only a child may stray, Into the land of fairies . . The years since I ?went that way! Ah, Wattle ! are you the warder Who guards that dim, dear border ? The Wind loves warm-leaved apples, UrcaillS Warm-hoed in the light or shade ; _. ^< , , Tlower. The song has a deeper setting That blows through a leafy sprayGone red as the blood-red maples,Or sunset sky at Naples. But stealing through the edgesOf gums, with the curl still green. An exquisite treble dances. And thrills to the lightest breeze. Not Pans own reeds and sedges Ring sweet as young gums edges. ^ Dreams / take my life into my hands TAKE my life into my hands:You shall not touch, you shall not see. I hold it there away from you,The fitful shining soul in me. Ah, but you do not know t is hid, Because you did not know t was there: You look along the curving lip, Search the deep eyes and touch the hair. And cry, Oh, love me, Woman, love ! Your eyes are stars, your mouth a all the while a low voice says, This is a fool without the power To look beneath, and find a freeUnfettered spirit, serving none ; A heart that loves and does not love,A space untrod by anyone. You do not look for these. Yet I,So loved and loving, ?wonder too If underneath that clamour dwellsJust such a hidden world in you. For you, perhaps, have turned your held it there away from me. Saying, She w^ould not recognise; She would not know, she could not see. So let us keep our silences! I II honour yours, or mine w^ill you, guard well the sacredness Of mine, for your own souls s
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