My heart is caught by the mountain mist,
By glamour of soft blue haze:
The glint of light where the rivers twist,
Like argent beneath my gaze!
My heart is caught by the mountain mist,
Where the pines and heather grow:
And one may wander where'er one list,
To the peaks with crests of snow!
My heart is caught by the mountain mist,
By azure of pool and tarn;
The glory of rainbow sky sun kist,
The cattle around the barn.
My heart is caught by the mountain mist,
By the blue smoke from the farm;
The lovely song of the birds, I wist.
That falls on my soul like balm.
My heart is caught, by the mountain mist,
At dawn with its rosy glow;
Or mystic night when the stars keep tryst,
O'er the sleeping land below.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 17 November 1934
