Gold and Grey [poem by Marie E. J. Pitt]

[Editor: This poem by Marie E. J. Pitt was published in The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses (1911).]

Gold and Grey.

O lightsome leaps the heart when the year is i’ the gold!
When the skies are big with promise that the years may not withhold,
When we gather in full measure
Where the Spring has spilt her treasure,
O the world’s a world of pleasure
When the year is i’ the gold!

There’s a love for every lover when the year is i’ the gold,
And for every bee a blossom its heart-sweetness doth unfold,
O the fever of insistence
In the pulsing, blue-veiled distance!
O the glory of existence
When the year is i’ the gold!

But listless lags the heart when the year is i’ the grey,
When the bee has quit the blossom, and bright Love has flown away,
When the wind-swept leaves are heaping,
Where the perished blooms are sleeping —
O the world’s a world of weeping
When the year is i’ the grey!



Source:
Marie E. J. Pitt, The Horses of the Hills and Other Verses, Melbourne: Specialty Press, 1911, pages 14

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