These things are left to me;
The magic of the sea
Blackbirds that sing at dawn,
Frilled daisies round a dappled lawn!
No matter what has been,
Still have I worlds of green,
Sunsets that flame and die,
Blown boughs against a wintry sky!
If I have reached no place
That I had hoped to grace,
This have I known and known --
Earth's beating heart against my own!
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 13 December 1927
