for the storm-clouds sweeping!
for the driving rain!
dull earth out of her sleeping
wakened to life again.
are mirrors of crystal shining
the cloud-wrack breaks,
grass-clad banks are twining
wreath for the fairy lakes - - -
that are links in an endless chain
the water is out in the swamps again!
for the red-gums standing
high on the range above!
for the she-oaks bending
low to the wave they love!
for the reed-stems slender!
for the shade they fling,
the curve of the cygnet&'s splendour,
sheen of the black duck&'s wing!
for the clouds and the glorious rain - - -
water is out in the swamps again!
for the laughing water,
songs that the streamlets sing!
The teal duck's mate has sought her
a stroke of his mottled wing!
for the deepening shadows,
dash of the purple swallows,
bury their breasts in the tide!
It is woe to the Drought-King's reign!
The water is out in the swamps again!
Will H. Ogilvie, B. Scotland 21.8.1869 to 1963