All through the busy noon I fend
A dream of you that sits apart;
But when the hours their labours end
It knocks, and enters in my heart.
And there the long still night it lies –
So closed and warm upon my breast,
As bird that strays to alien skies
At even flutters to its nest.
‘Beth, ‘ Australian Town and Country Journal 28 Jul 1905: 28.
See also ‘Forgive dear heart,’ Verses 1905: 29.