Dewy leaves of mangroves shimmer
Breeze-stirred, and moon-bathed they glimmer.
Fancy weaves a radiant hood
O'er softly silhouetted wood.
The river's ever-changing mould
Of ripples mirrors flecks of gold.
Clothed in moonbeams' mystic light,
Forms of beauty grace the night.
Lap of waves on sheltered strand,
Scrape of crab-claws on the sand,
Drone of gnats, weird slough of breeze
Through spreading scrub and spectral trees,
Whirring of a mopoke's wings,
His mournful hoot, small whispering things:
Myriad voices all unite
To praise the beauty of the night.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 23 August 1930
Author: Nothing is known about the author of this poem.
Breeze-stirred, and moon-bathed they glimmer.
Fancy weaves a radiant hood
O'er softly silhouetted wood.
The river's ever-changing mould
Of ripples mirrors flecks of gold.
Clothed in moonbeams' mystic light,
Forms of beauty grace the night.
Lap of waves on sheltered strand,
Scrape of crab-claws on the sand,
Drone of gnats, weird slough of breeze
Through spreading scrub and spectral trees,
Whirring of a mopoke's wings,
His mournful hoot, small whispering things:
Myriad voices all unite
To praise the beauty of the night.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 23 August 1930
Author: Nothing is known about the author of this poem.
