Thoughts by Myra Morris

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I dreamed beside the smouldering fire.
   I said, "Oh, thoughts, go far
And bring me back the loveliest,
   The dearest things there are!"

And then straightway, wide-winging out,
   My thoughts were little bees
That nestled joyfully within
   The blown anemones.

Within those silken cups they curled,
   Then swift -- they'd hardly gone --
They brought me back sheer loveliness
   To lay my sleep upon!

First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 31 December 1929

Author reference sites: AustlitAustralian Dictionary of Biography

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