A Protest.
9
We find no lack of colour
Where thy great forests spread
Their burnished foliage, crested here
With gold, and there with red.
Where thy great forests spread
Their burnished foliage, crested here
With gold, and there with red.
For us the winds are laden
With exquisite perfume,
Delicate boronia scents,
And breath of wattle-bloom.
With exquisite perfume,
Delicate boronia scents,
And breath of wattle-bloom.
Spices of white clover,
That clusters at our feet,
And airs from wild clematis stars
Sun-warm and honey-sweet.
That clusters at our feet,
And airs from wild clematis stars
Sun-warm and honey-sweet.
Leagues of red epaeris,
And aromatic whiffs
From myriad creepers blossoming
About the broken cliffs.
And aromatic whiffs
From myriad creepers blossoming
About the broken cliffs.
And we have ears so fashioned
That music seems to wake
When mopokes, through the scented dusk
Their soft indictments make.
That music seems to wake
When mopokes, through the scented dusk
Their soft indictments make.
