A Song for the Spring Time by Charles Harpur

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      The mimosas are blooming,
      For summer is coming,
I felt her warm breath in the forest to-day:
      Where the river is streaming,
      And Nature lies dreaming
Of new love and beauty, come, dearest, away.

      His gentle mate wooing,
      The wood-pigeon's cooing
In the oaks that o'ershadow the path we will take;
      Like music out flowing,
      Come forth, that all glowing
And beautiful things may please more for your sake.

      We will wander, joy drinking,
      Until the sun, sinking,
Shall give the deep west with his glory to blaze;
      When homeward returning,
      With poesy burning,
I'll mint from those splendours a song in your praise.

First published in The Maitland Mercury and Hunter River General Advertiser, 16 September 1843;
and later in
The Weekly Register of Politics, Facts and General Literature, 11 May 1844; and
The Poetical Works of Charles Harpur edited by Elizabeth Perkins, 1984.

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library

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