Lo! I have sought thee, Happiness,
Beneath the sun,
Whose golden core doth Earth caress
Till day is done.
Where scintillating stars appear,
Breathing of thee,
As quivering in the vault of air
They seem to see.
And where pearl girdled proud Selene,
With queenly grace,
Climbeth the stairs of Heaven, serene
With smiling face.
And where in grove and woodland dell,
So sweetly meek,
Shy, drooping dew crowned violets dwell
Did I seek.
There at length I thee have found
In solitude,
Where but echoes soft resound,
Zephyr wooed.
And with books of hero lore
There thou art,
And the chaplets which they bore,
And my heart.
Happiness, I would not lose
Thou so dear;
All may find thee if they choose
Ever near.
First published in The Brisbane Courier, 14 May 1913;
and later in
Rustling Leaves: Selected Poems by Emily Coungeau, 1920.
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography
See also.
Beneath the sun,
Whose golden core doth Earth caress
Till day is done.
Where scintillating stars appear,
Breathing of thee,
As quivering in the vault of air
They seem to see.
And where pearl girdled proud Selene,
With queenly grace,
Climbeth the stairs of Heaven, serene
With smiling face.
And where in grove and woodland dell,
So sweetly meek,
Shy, drooping dew crowned violets dwell
Did I seek.
There at length I thee have found
In solitude,
Where but echoes soft resound,
Zephyr wooed.
And with books of hero lore
There thou art,
And the chaplets which they bore,
And my heart.
Happiness, I would not lose
Thou so dear;
All may find thee if they choose
Ever near.
First published in The Brisbane Courier, 14 May 1913;
and later in
Rustling Leaves: Selected Poems by Emily Coungeau, 1920.
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography
See also.
