Vonda Stanley's collection of early Australian bush poems
Ye Wearie Wayfarer: 1. By Wood and Wold
Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows,
Though laden with faint perfume,
'Tis the fragrance rare that the bushman knows,
The scent of the wattle bloom.
Two-thirds of our journey at least are done,
Old horse! let us take a spell
In the shade from the glare of the noon-day sun,
Thus far we have travell'd well;
Your bridle I'll slip, your saddle ungirth,
And lay them beside this log,
For you'll roll in that track of reddish earth,
And shake like a water dog.
Upon yonder rise there's a clump of trees--
Their shadows look cool and broad--
You can crop the grass as fast as you please
While I stretch my limbs on the sward;
'Tis pleasant, I ween, with a leafy screen
O'er the weary head, to lie
On the mossy carpet of emerald green,
'Neath the vault of the azure sky;
Thus all alone by the wood and wold,
I yield myself once again
To the memories old, that like tales fresh told
Come flitting across the brain.
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©Adam Lindsay Gordon,