More clear than you can dream it, as bright as diamond
It bathes the plains and ridges and the hills beyond,
It bathes the pillared woodlands that ring with bellbird notes,
With mating calls and answers from a thousand throats.
The lamps are lit in London, beneath their searching light
The smiling anxious faces look strained and very white;
And over where my heart is, twelve thousand miles away,
The dewy grass is glinting at the break of day.
RIDING RHYME
Mount, mount in the morning dew;
A man loved me when the world was new.
Ride, ride while the dawn is cool:
I was angry and he was a fool.
Ride, ride through the shadows grey:
I told him to go and he went away.
Ride, ride through the sun’s first gold;
I go alone now the world is old.
Ride, ride, for your horse is good;
He never came to me or understood.
Ride, ride, and you’ll travel far;
I tore my heart out and hid the scar.