Stand on tiptoe, August! --
Elfin August, slim and proud,
With the pale clematis blossom
Like a shroud,
A filmy shroud
That the flying winds have woven
Out of the tangled threads of cloud!
Dance down every gully
Where the green-hoods are in bloom,
Where the hillside heath is rosy
In the gloom!
Oh, no more gloom!
For your rain-wet feet are dancing,
Dancing wild on Winter's tomb!
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 21 August 1928
