A BALLADE OF WATTLE BLOSSOM
And the wind and the wave are at rest—
Where the wattle-bloom waves in the breeze,
And the bell-bird builds ber nest.
Where the wattle-bloom waves in the breeze,
And the bell-bird builds ber nest.
Envoy.
Sweetheart, let them praise as they please
Other lands, but we know which is best—
Where the wattle-bloom perfumes the breeze,
And the bell-bird builds her nest.
Other lands, but we know which is best—
Where the wattle-bloom perfumes the breeze,
And the bell-bird builds her nest.
A SONG
Above us only
The Southern stars,
And the moon o’er brimming
Her golden bars.
And a song sweet and clear
As the bell-bird’s plaint,
Hums low in my ear
Like a dream-echo faint.
The kind old song—
How did it go?
With its ripple and flow,
That you used to sing, dear,
Long ago.
The Southern stars,
And the moon o’er brimming
Her golden bars.
And a song sweet and clear
As the bell-bird’s plaint,
Hums low in my ear
Like a dream-echo faint.
The kind old song—
How did it go?
With its ripple and flow,
That you used to sing, dear,
Long ago.
Hand fast in hand,
I, love, and thou;
Hand locked in hand,
And on my brow
I, love, and thou;
Hand locked in hand,
And on my brow
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