Hurrah
for the storm-clouds sweeping!
Hurrah
for the driving rain!
The
dull earth out of her sleeping
Is
wakened to life again.
There
are mirrors of crystal shining
Whenever
the cloud-wrack breaks,
And
grass-clad banks are twining
A
wreath for the fairy lakes - - -
Lakes
that are links in an endless chain
For
the water is out in the swamps again!
Hurrah
for the red-gums standing
So
high on the range above!
Hurrah
for the she-oaks bending
So
low to the wave they love!
Hurrah
for the reed-stems slender!
Hurrah
for the shade they fling,
For
the curve of the cygnet&'s splendour,
The
sheen of the black duck&'s wing!
Hurrah
for the clouds and the glorious rain - - -
The
water is out in the swamps again!
Hurrah
for the laughing water,
The
songs that the streamlets sing!
Whish!
The teal duck's mate has sought her
With
a stroke of his mottled wing!
Hurrah
for the deepening shadows,
The
ibises eagle-eyed,
The
dash of the purple swallows,
To
bury their breasts in the tide!
Woe!
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