You dwelt with us a little time,
A poet true, and as the wind
That sings and dies you passed away
With all the riches of your mind.
You nested with us for a while,
And when in time you gathered wings,
You fled, and left us this alone
Faint murmurs and far echoings.
Dwell where you will, fly where you will,
To you, old schoolmate, there belong
The inspiration and the gift
Of song, high song, undying song.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 8 October 1932
Note: the subject of this poem is the poet Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)
A poet true, and as the wind
That sings and dies you passed away
With all the riches of your mind.
You nested with us for a while,
And when in time you gathered wings,
You fled, and left us this alone
Faint murmurs and far echoings.
Dwell where you will, fly where you will,
To you, old schoolmate, there belong
The inspiration and the gift
Of song, high song, undying song.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 8 October 1932
Note: the subject of this poem is the poet Christopher Brennan (1870-1932)
