The Song of the Earth Spirit
When the field of the far heaven changes
Through the day’s broken bars,
O’er the peaks of the mystical ranges
I arise with the stars.
But I pass in a wreath o’ white vapor
When the shadows are done,
Where the arms of the sloping hills taper
To the reach of the sun.
All the wild winds are huddled together,
Lying low in their lair;
Falls the down of a lone eagle’s feather
Like a stone in the air.
Oh, Beloved! my bosom is dreary
As the lilt of a song,
When the heart of the singer is weary,
And the rhythm is long.
Thy somnolent voice as I listen,
O’er the leagues of the turf
Floats to me, and white thy limbs glisten
On the crest of the surf.
Is there aught neath the wide sky’s embowment
Like thy mighty unrest?
Oh, to lean for one lingering moment
On thy turbulent breast!
How I long for thy waters to hold me
As they lap at my feet,
To flow over and fondle and fold me
Till our joy be complete!
‘The Song of the Earth Spirit,’ Bulletin 16 Nov 1905: 40. NSW.
See also ‘Song of the Earth Spirit,’ Verses 1905: 47-48 and ‘Song of the Earth,’ Verses 1905: 27-28.