Summer Gold

Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 12, 3 October 1930, Page 31

Summer Gold

S OON, soon all the slow gold sleepiness of summer Will be’ drowsing every hollow in the sunburnt hills, Tumbling balls of gold from boughs of dancing wattle Through the dozing heart of noon till every blossom spills. The faint gold thunder of a cloud of dark gold bees Into a gold immensity of summer light, While the slim gold fingers of the wind shake pollen Over the great-winged butterflies in shining flight. Ah, soon will the smell of gorse, like sun-warmed apricots, From dunes as golden as its own bright bloom arise, And the sun draw a heavy scent from ripening orchards Hung in a golden haze of heat beneath still skies. And we one day, soon, soon, will wake to hear the Whole honeyed heart of summer stirring in the rush Of song with which one bird, passioned with sunrise,

fuerces the skys wide golden clarity and hush.

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