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The White Convolvulus.
LXVIII.
The White Convolvulus.
The one gray spire of the scattered town
On an ocean of rolling green looked down,
Billowy masses of verdure fair,
Motionless all in the windless air.
On an ocean of rolling green looked down,
Billowy masses of verdure fair,
Motionless all in the windless air.
Rising and sinking in dip and crest,
But never a motion, all at rest;
As though some wizard with strange decree,
Had said, “Be still,” to a spell-bound sea.
But never a motion, all at rest;
As though some wizard with strange decree,
Had said, “Be still,” to a spell-bound sea.
Over the leafy wave-tops high,
In the fresh, sweet air of the morning sky,
Sole speck of black in the shining day,
One hawk was winging his lazy way.
In the fresh, sweet air of the morning sky,
Sole speck of black in the shining day,
One hawk was winging his lazy way.
Dark as a reef by the ebb-tide stript
Rose into masses the eucalypt.
Laburnums nigh with the ringlets bold
Dangled their lanterns of shaking gold.
Rose into masses the eucalypt.
Laburnums nigh with the ringlets bold
Dangled their lanterns of shaking gold.
Piercing the leaves in its morning flight,
Filling the flood with a dusky light,
The sunshine fell on a river clear,
Flashing and vanishing far and near.
Filling the flood with a dusky light,
The sunshine fell on a river clear,
Flashing and vanishing far and near.
The rain-washed sky was a shield of blue,
The flowers ungathered, the long grass new.
Eyerywhere vigour and sap were rife,
Full of the heat and the wine of life.
The flowers ungathered, the long grass new.
Eyerywhere vigour and sap were rife,
Full of the heat and the wine of life.