[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.]
A Hot Wind Day in Spring.
Oh what a cruel and outrageous thing
That in the midst of silken airs like these,
When, to the wooing of a honied breeze
The delicate wistaria blossoms swing
Their drooping tresses o’er the wall and fling
A lavender enchantment, while the trees
Are full of snowy promise, and the bees
Impatient round the buds are clustering,
That such a furious wind as this should rise
And my fair garden into ruin throw
With whirling buffets from the brazen skies;
Oh piteous life! that lives but to bestow
The seeds of death, and bid us realise
All things are vain save Him who made them so.
Source:
Agnes L. Storrie. Poems, J. W. Kettlewell, Sydney, 1909, page 239
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