At Sunset.
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You start and you tremble, Emily,
At sudden, wild shrieks overhead—
Only a cockatoo flying,
With wide, white wings outspread.
At sudden, wild shrieks overhead—
Only a cockatoo flying,
With wide, white wings outspread.
Then, perched on the highest gum tree,
Outlined by the glowing west,
You will see a curving pinion
And an upright, yellow crest.
Outlined by the glowing west,
You will see a curving pinion
And an upright, yellow crest.
Many a time, my Emily,
We have watched the daylight fade
Till, softly, evening wrapped us
In cool, grey swathes of shade.
We have watched the daylight fade
Till, softly, evening wrapped us
In cool, grey swathes of shade.
Never a friend like you, Emily,
Never a heart so true,
Not all the wise men of the east, dear,
Were half so wise as you.
Never a heart so true,
Not all the wise men of the east, dear,
Were half so wise as you.
A man may be glum or merry,
Or foolish or overwise,
But with all his moods and tenses
You silently sympathise.
Or foolish or overwise,
But with all his moods and tenses
You silently sympathise.
