The Sky is Blue [poem by Agnes Neale]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes Neale was published in Shadows and Sunbeams (1890).]

The Sky is Blue.

The sky is blue, serenely calm and fair,
No cloud across its solemn arch is flying;
The winds breathe softly through the quivering leaves,
And on the hills the golden light is lying.

O sky! O sunlight! O soft whispering winds!
O earth arrayed in robes of mocking glory!
The sun still shines on piled up graves of hope;
The wandering winds still tell the same sad story.

And weary feet walk ever to and fro,
Caught in the maze of life’s intricate windings;
Each day some head goes down, some soul is crushed;
Each day some broken heart a grave is finding.

Nought but a grave; there is no joy on earth,
There comes no rest but what comes to the dying;
No perfect peace will ever glad our hearts
Till we with close sealed lids and lips are lying.



Source:
Agnes Neale, Shadows and Sunbeams, Adelaide: Burden & Bonython, 1890, page 74

Editor’s notes:
lids = eyelids

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