On whispering dusky eves, how I remember --
Remember you!
Star-dusted nights of Summer-crowned December;
Long days of gold and blue;
The flame that leapt, the flame that feel to ember;
The false heart -- and the true!
No buds like those in that enchanted garden!
Ne'er sprang to view
More splendid castles, scorning leave or pardon;
Above forbidden faery lands of blue!
Against old realms of dream my heart must harden
When I remember you.
The garden close is choked with rusty sorrels,
No castles mount anew.
Tall waves the weed o'er buried hopes and quarrels --
Long is the old love banished for the new.
But when the south wind stirs the camphor-laurels
How I remember you!
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 15 February 1927
