There Be Ladies [poem, 22 November 1928]

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?

Starry-pale anemones
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.

Source:
The Western Mail (Perth, WA), Thursday 22 November 1928, page 8