The Singing Honeyeater [poem by C. J. Dennis]

[Editor: This poem by C. J. Dennis was published in The Singing Garden (1935).]

The Singing Honeyeater

When the glowing days grow long
’Mid the blossoms, sweet my fare,
Sweet the burden of my song
Floating on the summer air,
When the garden is ablaze,
And all nature wakes to praise
Glories of the dreaming days
Sipping, singing, I am there.

Now by honeysuckle bloom,
Now by pentstemon I cling;
Now the golden glow of broom
Lures me to the banqueting.
In full many a scented bower
Here I bend to kiss the flower,
And, thro’ many a sunlit hour,
Sing and sip, and sip and sing.

Winter comes, and I am gone,
Seeking kindlier fields afar;
For where burning colours shone
Frost and desolation are.
But, when lengthening days relearn
Olden lures, shall I return
And again when colours burn
Trill a sweet, melodious bar.

C. J. Dennis, The Singing Garden, Sydney: Angus & Robertson, 1935, pages 93-94

Editor’s notes:
’mid = an abbreviation of “amid” or “amidst”: of or in the middle of an area, group, position, etc.

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