I want so little. Day by shining day
I dream of a retreat, cool, still, and green,
Where I may walk alone, unknown, unseen,
Save by such stars as haunt that quiet way.
There may the soft creek watercresses sway,
And little fluffy yellow reed flowers lean
Over the waters, where, in peace serene,
The moon looks down as white as milky may.
Give me that haunt of peace, that secret place,
And I shall ring my happy little song,
Tender, sincere, alone and all apart
Till love flames up in every human face;
And souls, grief-weary, shall be made hope-strong,
Saying, "Somewhere a bird sings. Oh, take heart!"
First published in The Sydney Mail, 8 July 1925
