Because of These by Myra Morris

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Because of purple boughs on windy trees,
And quiet roofs against an evening sky 
Because of little lulls that dreaming lie,   
And summer-blowing roses filled with bees, 
I shall go gladly all my days! -- 
Because of these!

Because of beauty, and of love's unease,
And hatred of the things that curb and bind-  
Because of lonely hours times out of mind, 
And children's laughter, I shall date to seize  
The joy that closest lies! -- 
Because of these!

First published in The Australasian, 12 August 1922

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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