I dreamed beside the smouldering fire.
I said, "Oh, thoughts, go far
And bring me back the loveliest,
The dearest things there are!"
And then straightway, wide-winging out,
My thoughts were little bees
That nestled joyfully within
The blown anemones.
Within those silken cups they curled,
Then swift -- they'd hardly gone --
They brought me back sheer loveliness
To lay my sleep upon!
First published in The Australian Woman's Mirror, 31 December 1929
