Light winds across the upper heaven race,
Driving their clouds edged with a herald ray
Over the hlll-crest where the dawn-fires play,
Golden and red, in trembling interlace.
Within the cup that skirts the mountain-base
The mist is gathered in a swathe of grey,
That stretches undulous 'neath the coming day,
Until it hides the plain-land's dewy face.
Slow-wreathing like a chill benumbing foam,
It drifts o'er all the hollow till it seems
A silver silence 'neath a clarion blue.
And now it parts and bares a noble dome,
Great trees in hooded conclave of old dreams,
Deepening with secrecy each sombre hue.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 24 July 1932
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography
See also.
Driving their clouds edged with a herald ray
Over the hlll-crest where the dawn-fires play,
Golden and red, in trembling interlace.
Within the cup that skirts the mountain-base
The mist is gathered in a swathe of grey,
That stretches undulous 'neath the coming day,
Until it hides the plain-land's dewy face.
Slow-wreathing like a chill benumbing foam,
It drifts o'er all the hollow till it seems
A silver silence 'neath a clarion blue.
And now it parts and bares a noble dome,
Great trees in hooded conclave of old dreams,
Deepening with secrecy each sombre hue.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 24 July 1932
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography
See also.
