At the End of Spring [poem by John Shaw Neilson]

[Editor: This poem by John Shaw Neilson was published in Heart of Spring (1919) and Collected Poems of John Shaw Neilson (1934).]

At the End of Spring

Put down thy bonny head,
This is the end:
Thou wert a joyous love,
Thou wert a pleasing friend:
Soft-silken is the grass
Where thy twinkling colours blend.

Bend low thy bonny head
This last sweet morn:
An eager amber child
Smothered in flowers and corn
Waits for thy death to wear
The glories thou hast worn.

Bend low thy sunny head:
Upon the wing
The tender-tinted hours
Make merry journeying;
The tyrant Sun who slays
He waits for every Spring.

Bend low thy weary head:
Kiss all good-bye —
Thy life it was a time
Of love for lip and eye:
The grief is at our hearts
That our beloved should die.



Source:
Shaw Neilson, Heart of Spring, The Bookfellow, Sydney, 1919, page 91

Also published in:
John Shaw Neilson (editor: R. H. Croll), Collected Poems of John Shaw Neilson, Lothian Publishing Company, Melbourne, 1934 [May 1949 reprint], page 80

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