For a Little Girl’s Birthday
Is there a beauty over pain,
Is there of music for a song,
Gentle as sunlight on the rain,
Gentle with crying all day long?
How should a singer of the cold
Seeing strange holiness in air
In his blue famine seek to hold
Vainly your paradise of hair?
Once in a wonderment I prayed:
— Earth is upon me tedious mild:
Hear me, O hapless God of Aid!
Throw me a heaven around a child.
John Shaw Neilson (editor: R. H. Croll), Collected Poems of John Shaw Neilson, Melbourne: Lothian Publishing Company, 1934 [May 1949 reprint], page 88