O lovely sun!
Lay your hot fingers lovingly
One by one
On the silk of my hair,
Salt-smeared, fire-spun!
Lean on the drooped lids of my eyes
That hold the blue of remembered skies!
Pierce through the amber of my skin,
Right in, right in,
Till your fingers play
On the heart of me that is hid away --
Till I and this Summer noon, O sun,
Till you and I and this hour are one!
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 11 March 1930
