There Be Ladies.
(By Alexander Turner.)
There be ladies, who by night
Are a wonder and delight;
But when freshly comes the dawn
Where is then their beauty gone?
Shining deep among the trees;
Children of the cool-breathed night,
Even so do fear the light.
Them with joy no morning fills
Of early wind among the hills,
Breezes, laden with the scent
Of wattle branches blossom-bent.
But for thee no new day brings
Care upon its happy wings.
Glowing cheek and sparkling eye —
These are all thy witchery.
The Western Mail (Perth, WA), Thursday 22 November 1928, page 8