[Editor: This poem by Philip Durham Lorimer was published in Songs and Verses by Philip Durham Lorimer: An Australian Bush Poet, 1901.]
Since manhood gleamed upon my brow
I’ve thought about the fair.
Mark, maiden, what I tell thee now —
I love thy golden hair ;
Its graceful fall has wooed my taste.
Untrained to fashion’s art.
Oh, let it cling about thy waist
To shield thy spotless heart ;
So that between the tresses fair
A radiance bright may shine,
And light may pierce the Summer air
From that young face of thine !
E. A. Petherick (editor). Songs and Verses by Philip Durham Lorimer: An Australian Bush Poet, William Clowes and Sons, London, 1901, page 63