That day was the last of realities.
Life now is but a living dream. These trees,
These flowers, these grasses that I used to know
Seem but some memory of long ago.
That day I doubted that your love was true;
And, doubting, lost you as poor mortals do
Lose the Bright gleam of Ideality.
You were the link between my God and me.
This morning I was glad for all of this.
Death's fears like a far flower are all dispelled.
In my eternal dream e'en in a kiss
For ever and for ever you are held.
First published in The Sydney Mail, 15 July 1925
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Old Qld Poetry
See also.
Life now is but a living dream. These trees,
These flowers, these grasses that I used to know
Seem but some memory of long ago.
That day I doubted that your love was true;
And, doubting, lost you as poor mortals do
Lose the Bright gleam of Ideality.
You were the link between my God and me.
This morning I was glad for all of this.
Death's fears like a far flower are all dispelled.
In my eternal dream e'en in a kiss
For ever and for ever you are held.
First published in The Sydney Mail, 15 July 1925
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Old Qld Poetry
See also.
