Poem by George Essex Evans

In a Garden

Girl, with the soft grey eyes,
You to the flowers belong:
From the perfume of a rose
My heart shall weave you a song.
I will colour its words with light,
Like the sun on that straying tress.
The wind will lend me its harp
To set it in loveliness.

It shall fold you soft as the mist,
Yet stir your heart like the sea,
Till lips that never were kissed
Shall yeld their homage to me.

1. Adrift: A Brisbane River Reverie
2. A Federal Song
3. Australia
4. A Vision of Christ
5. The Song of Life

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