[Editor: This poem by Kenneth Mackay was published in Stirrup Jingles from the Bush and the Turf and Other Rhymes (1887).]
In Memory of ————
I saw thee first, my peerless one,
’Neath soft Australian skies;
What time the rays of summer sun
On far blue summits dies.
The light shone on your golden hair;
You stood the pines among;
While every bird that warbled there
But echoed back thy song.
I see thee yet, my dear lost one,
Though soft Australian skies
And tender beams of summer sun
No more will greet thine eyes.
’Tis but a fancy nothing more —
You sleep the pines among —
Yet, like a voice from Heaven’s shore,
I hear thy low sweet song.
Kenneth Mackay, Stirrup Jingles from the Bush and the Turf and Other Rhymes, Sydney: Edwards, Dunlop & Co., 1887, page 77
’neath = beneath
Old spelling in the original text:
’tis (it is)