I had a lovely gift to-day
Delivered bright and early,
The heart of it was heavenly blue,
Its edges pale and pearly.
A turquoise, set in living gold,
So flawless and so splendid,
It seemed to be of fire and dew
And ere I knew my need of it,
Or had presumed to ask it,
’Twas chosen by a connoisseur
From an imperial casket.
And when along the quickening east
A wave of light was breaking,
’Twas softly laid outside my door,
To greet me on awaking.
A royal gift! Its only plea
Tbat I should freely take it; —
A summer day, from dawn to dusk,
Perfect as God could make it.
Agnes L. Storrie. Poems, J. W. Kettlewell, Sydney, 1909, page 162