Its sister in her hair; And all the small winds of the west Came rippling down the rivers rest To kiss her unaware.
The laughing sun had bowed his head Behind a cloud of fire; The flaming west was tulip-red, And golden maids their aprons spread To catch the dusks desire.
All richly down the drooping day Some clear voice throbbing strong Had flooded dimpled bight and bay As with an elfin roundelay Of wild unfettered song.
As mid the darkness of her hair My brown girl dreamed apart, Tall eve with all her blushes fair Was glad so sweet a flower to wear Clasped to her shining heart.
And I, whom happy love made wise And happy summer kind, From the dusk wonder of her eyes Drank the clear wine of Paradise To make my hot soul blind.
David McKee Wright. N.S.W. The Bulletin, 23 January 1913.