Thy Violet Eyes [poem by Philip Durham Lorimer]

[Editor: This poem by Philip Durham Lorimer was published in Songs and Verses by Philip Durham Lorimer: An Australian Bush Poet, 1901.]

Thy Violet Eyes

Come on morning’s wing to me,
Come on rippling waves of song,
Come with spreading tints of gold —
Love is weary, waiting long.
Come with morning’s virgin blush,
Soft on purple-shrouded skies ;
Come, my darling, when the dawn
Peepeth through thy violet eyes.

Come arrayed with summer flowers ;
Let the lilies gird thy face,
Fringed with true forget-me-nots,
Be thy beauty and thy grace.
Come on morning’s softest breath,
Wreathed with lustre from the skies ;
Come, my darling, when the dawn
Gleameth through thy violet eyes.

Now in robes of ruby brightness,
Come ! thy graceful form disclose ;
Bring to light the shelter wherein
Beauty sought and found repose.
Come when wak’ning forests sing,
Come when opening flowers arise ;
Come, my darling, when the dawn
Beameth through thy violet eyes.

Wallendbeen, August 11, 1887.



Source:
E. A. Petherick (editor). Songs and Verses by Philip Durham Lorimer: An Australian Bush Poet, William Clowes and Sons, London, 1901, pages 110-111

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