Dip me a gallon of golden mirth
Out of your well, my maiden moon,
Bubbling, doubling over the earth --
Dimpled joy of a starry noon.
Ladle me laughing bowls of light
Giddily glad from pools of bliss,
Winking, blinking beads of delight --
Weal and wine of a woman's kiss.
Dear little moon, when the world goes wrong
I and my love look up to you,
Flowering, showering laughter and song
Over the land the long night though.
Oh, for a glass of your gaiety,
Fair little moon, to spill o'er men,
Pearling, whirling all of them free,
Making them lovers like us again.
First published in The Bulletin, 17 May 1917
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Old Qld Poetry
See also.
Out of your well, my maiden moon,
Bubbling, doubling over the earth --
Dimpled joy of a starry noon.
Ladle me laughing bowls of light
Giddily glad from pools of bliss,
Winking, blinking beads of delight --
Weal and wine of a woman's kiss.
Dear little moon, when the world goes wrong
I and my love look up to you,
Flowering, showering laughter and song
Over the land the long night though.
Oh, for a glass of your gaiety,
Fair little moon, to spill o'er men,
Pearling, whirling all of them free,
Making them lovers like us again.
First published in The Bulletin, 17 May 1917
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Old Qld Poetry
See also.
