[Editor: This poem by Philip Durham Lorimer was published in Songs and Verses by Philip Durham Lorimer: An Australian Bush Poet, 1901.]
I’ll Fly Away With Thee
I’ll fly away with thee to yonder mountain vale,
And ’mong the flow’rets wild I’ll whisper thee love’s tale,
And in the ev’ning air we’ll raise our joyful lay,
And ’mid the forest flowers we’ll close the summer’s day.
With thee alone I’ll wander, and with full joy I’ll sup
Sweet draughts of nectar from thy lips’ pure ruby cup,
And bright thy smiles will linger, like gems upon our way,
A stream of beauty, yes ! within a golden ray.
The mountain peaks will listen, peering thro’ the gloom,
And twinkling stars will peep above their hoary plume,
And Nature in her might will sleep in ebon space,
While Beauty in her gladness will beam from thy sweet face,
And angel-guards of virtue shall hover round thy breast
Swelling with deep emotion, and watching o’er thy rest :
Within mine arms I’ll clasp thee in thy sleeping hour ;
And may our Father’s presence bless my gentle flower.
Sydney, July 27, 1871.
Source:
E. A. Petherick (editor). Songs and Verses by Philip Durham Lorimer: An Australian Bush Poet, William Clowes and Sons, London, 1901, page 91
The Institute of Australian Culture
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