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First Line: I smelt the wind from heidelberg to-day
Last Line: The flames of this green fire?
Alternate Author Name(s): Maurice, Furnley
Subject(s): Spring


I SMELT the wind from Heidelberg to-day,
Where the slow Yarra flashing through the trees,
And yellow, gleaming wattle by the way
Bring many a truant shopman out to pay
His tardy homage to the witcheries.

Out Eltham way I saw a pool last year,
With frowning sunset shadows, flecked with blue
From a fast darkening sky; do those severe
Brown shadows fold it now? ... or did I hear
The whispers of the pale greens breaking through?

Oh! how the warm sun's rays enfold, and fill
The desultory spirit with desire!
And you, my love -- does the ineffable thrill
Burn in your soul as blaze on tree and hill
The flames of this green fire?





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