Works in the Herald 1937
What's wrong to-day about our town?
A change has come upon the place.
There's not a scowl, there's not a frown;
And townsmen hasten up and down,
A beaming smile on every face.
Myself, when I arose this morn,
Felt, somehow, like a man reborn.
Now, in the street, these good folk here
Seem half insane. It's very queer.
The milkman when be came at dawn,
Came singing, singing merrily,
And danced across my dew-wet lawn
With jingling milkcans, like a fawn
Out of some careless Arcady.
And now as I go down the street
Blithe folk go by on dancing feet
Who normally seem rather sad.
What's happened? Has the town gone mad?
That dreary draper, Mr. Bane,
Grins by his door like some bald Pan,
The butcher cleaves a beast in twain
And carols forth a glad refrain.
Good Lord! What's happened to the man?
The town's dressmaker, prim Miss Mix,
Seems full of coy, coquettish tricks
And down the street, with swing ing hips,
Like some new-wakened Naiad trips.
The old roadmender cracks a joke
And waves his hammer like a wand.
What spell has come on all these folk?
Even the snob, who used to croak
With pessimism, over-fond
Of grumbling sourly all day long,
Now hums a little scrap of song;
And, seated by his sunlit bench,
Winks slyly at a passing wench.
Pretty, the sunlight on that wall
Dappled with the shade of budding trees.
See how the sparkling light-beams fall.
Seeming alive? But that's not all.
Why all these sudden ecstasies
That seem to fill the town with joy?
Matron and maid and man and boy
Put off their gloom, forsake the frown ....
What's that? A stranger come to town?
I see her! What a gorgeous girl!
A goddess formed to wonder at;
Fresh check a-bloom; gold hair a-curl;
I wish I knew a girl like that.
Know her already? I think not . . .
Your pardon lady, I forgot
Fancy forgetting such a thing!
Pray, welcome to our town, Miss Spring.
Herald, 26 August 1937
The Courier-Mail, 25 September 1937, p24
Random Verse edited by Margaret Herron, 1952