Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
By Frank S. Williamson91 . Dew
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Jewel on a scarlet breast a fleeting moment worn,
And suddenly by fairy hands into blue heaven drawn.
Curtained by the crimson leaves of yonder royal flower,
Until the spearmen of the sun shall end the blissful hour.
Shaken to the fronded fern by restless diamond bird;
Night’s opals on a spendthrift morn, with gracious stealth conferred.
Crimson, amber, scarlet, grey, amethystine, chrome,
A mother’s tears o’er children fair that perish in the loam.
Flung from fragile blue-bell cups, when vernal breezes blow,
And carillons and odours wed and fill the vale below.
Where the wind goes murmuring a ceaseless hush-a-bye,
Yet all the while the children sing like skylarks in the sky.
Gleaming by a carmine cloud that slowly fades away,
Immortal sadness of a god to mortal love a prey.
The hearts that are so lonely here, that lonely must remain,
Till all the Seraphim are stirred, to dream of earth again.