Page:The witch-maid & other verses (1914).djvu/46

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I stand there and watch them, in Culgai too,
    And they do not heed or fear;
There is not one lark in the radiant blue
    Whose carol I do not hear.

This morning the wind on the grasses brown
    Blows tingling and sweet and rare;
Now though my body must tarry in town
    Thank God that my soul is there!

Sydney, Australia.