Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
By Arthur Maquarie107 . Loves Palace
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And the hedgerows thick with may,
And the weed-flowers underneath,
And the clambering honey-sheath,
And the mosses green and grey,
Lying light upon the grass,
And the ripple in the glade,
And the songs that float and fade,
And the joys that come and pass,
Whirling golden in the sun,
And the sweetness of the breeze,
And the joists of mighty trees,
And the hoods of purple nun,
Spread around to make the spring
Could but read my wish aright,
Could but aid me as it might,
Could obey me while I sing,
As the fairies built of old,
Walled with every fragrant flower,
And with many a mighty tower
Domed with purest morning gold.
And thine ears be filled with sweet
Such as never poet knows,
Such as tricks him while it flows,
And eludes his bar and beat.
Than the silk of Eastern days,
Than the rainbow’s flush aloft,
Than the dawning clouds that oft
Melt before us as we gaze.
Like a bird upon the bough,
Like a fledgeling in its nest,
Like her head upon my breast,
Like my kiss upon her brow.