Because of purple boughs on windy trees,
And quiet roofs against an evening sky
Because of little lulls that dreaming lie,
And summer-blowing roses filled with bees,
I shall go gladly all my days! --
Because of these!
Because of beauty, and of love's unease,
And hatred of the things that curb and bind-
Because of lonely hours times out of mind,
And children's laughter, I shall date to seize
The joy that closest lies! --
Because of these!
First published in The Australasian, 12 August 1922
