Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG FOR THE HOT WINDS, by HARRIET MILLER DAVIDSON First Line: Oh for a breath o' the moorlands Last Line: A whiff o' her caller air! Subject(s): Australia; Home; Patriotism | ||||||||
OH for a breath o' the moorlands, A whiff o' the caller air! For the smell o' the flowerin' heather My very heart is sair. Oh for the sound o' the burnies That whimple to the sea; For the sight o' the browning bracken On the hillside waving free! Oh for the blue lochs cradled In the arms o' mountains gray, That smile as they shadow the drifting clouds A' the bonny summer day! Oh for the tops o' mountains White wi' eternal snaw; For the mists that drift across the lift; For the strong east winds that blaw! I am sick o' the blazing sunshine That burns through the weary hours, O' the gaudy birds singing never a song, O' beautiful scentless flowers. I wud gie a' the southern glory For a taste o' a good saut wind, Wi' a road ower the bonny sea before, And a track o' foam behind. Auld Scotland may be rugged, Her mountains stern and bare; But, oh for a breath o' her moorlands, A whiff o' her caller air! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHINE, REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS SEVEN LAMENTS FOR THE WAR-DEAD: 6 by YEHUDA AMICHAI A CAROL FOR THE NEW YEAR by EDWIN MARKHAM A SONG OF VICTORY by EDWIN MARKHAM BROTHERHOOD (1) by EDWIN MARKHAM THE ERRAND IMPERIOUS by EDWIN MARKHAM CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE |
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