Poem for To-day

Timaru Herald, Volume CXL, Issue 20261, 9 November 1935, Page 12

Poem for To-day

NOVEMBER Although no one in this district has yet felt the “first warm pulse of Summer,” the Australian singer of the dew associates with the coming of November, Still the charm and grace of Henry Kendall’s lines, which find a place in his poetic calendar “Austral Months,” invest the work with' an eloquent appeal: Now beats the first warm, pulse of Summer —now There shines gu'cdt glory oh the mountain's brow. The face of heaven in the western sky, When falls the sun, is filled With Deity! And while the first light floods the lake and lea, The morning makes a marvel of the sea; The strong leaves sing; and in the deep green zones Of rock-bound glens the streams have many tones; And inhere the evening-coloured tbateVS pass, Noiv glides November down fair falls of grass. She is the wonder ivitli the golden icings, Who lays one hand in Summer’s —- one in Spring’s; About her hair a sunset radiance glows; Her mouth is sister of the dewy rose; And, all the beauty of the pure blue skies Has lent Us lustre to her soft bright eyes. —Henry Kendall