Australian Sunrise

Hello everyone, thought I would just post a couple of poems thatI have just enjoyed
reading as I was researching material to use at work in the morning.
I used to go for very early morning walks when we lived at Tin Can Bay.
I saw many a beautiful sunrise which this poem reminded me of.
Cheers until next time, Margaret.

The Australian Sunrise

The Morning Star paled slowly, the Cross hung low to sea,
And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free,
The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian night
Waned in the grey awakening the heralded the light;
Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim
The pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb,
Till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist,
And smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining treetops kissed;
Then the fiery scorpion vanished, the magpie’s note was heard,
And the wind in the sheoak wavered and the honeysuckle stirred;
The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast,
The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest,
And the bulrushes and reed –beds put off their sallow grey
And burnt with cloudly crimson at the dawning of the day.

James Lister Cuthbertson

Though my soul should sit in darkness,
It will rise in perfect light,
I have loved the stars too fondly ,
To be fearful of the night.

Time is :-

Too slow for those who wait,

Too swift for those who fear,

Too long for those who grieve,

Too short for those who rejoice,

But for those who love, time is

Eternity. Hours fly, flowers die,

New days, new ways, pass by.

Love stays.

As long as your eyes are blue.

Wilt thou love me sweet, when my hair is grey,
And my cheeks have lost their hue?
When the charms of youth shall have passed away,
Will your love as of old prove true?

For the looks may change, and the heart may range,
And the love be no longer fond;
Wilt thou love with truth in the years of youth
And away to the years beyond?

Oh, I love you sweet, for your locks of brown
And the blush on your cheek that lies-
But I love you most for your kindly heart
That I see in your sweet blue eyes-

For the eyes are signs of the soul within,
Of the heart that is real and true,
And mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.

For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
May be reft of their golden hue;
But mine own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.

AB (Banjo) Patterson