[edit] The Dream

[edit] A Dream

A SWALLOW from a distant land
Soft fluttered thro' a mossy wood.
I saw a baby's small white hand,
Whereon-it just a moment stood.
I turned my eyes-the bird had flown;
A tiny grave stood there alone.

The sleeping oaks o'er faintly swayed,
Bright stars flashed thro' their branches high;
Like wild bird eyes on nest betrayed
By upblown leaves, when passes by
A little wind, swift came to me
One glimpse of far Eternity.



Bush and Sea Rhymes etc (The Walter Scott Publishing Co 1914)

In Arnold Middleton's copy of the poetry book 'Bush songs and Overseas Voices' with his scribbles — over the poem ' A Dream' is scrawled, To little Pauline ('safron'i (lookes like) Middleton) with a date 1914.