Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.
By Roderick Kidston199 . Oine
I
Oine, fairest of the Siren daughters, gave her heart to me;
And her voice was low and tender, and her tresses floated free,
But her eyes in magic splendour mocked the foaming-crested sea.
Telling what the shrouded seas environ with their scented spray,
Telling of the foam that flies on winds that wanton all the day
Out beyond the far horizon, where the wan white horses play:
And the dewy air that flowers are drinking in their quiet sleep
Breathes of Beauty unabating, eyes of love that glance and peep,
Lips of joy for thee awaiting, where the dim day-shadows sweep.
And the cheerless birds of night are calling to the morning sun;
Come, for night is nearly over, stars are fading one by one,
Yearn’st thou, restless-hearted rover? Come away, the night is done.’
Never, never comes the golden may-time to thy heart again.’
(Stole her voice upon my dreaming, like the sound of summer rain,
Like the jewelled tides a-streaming onward to the silver main.)
From the lonely land of many waters I will follow thee:
For my weary soul is yearning, and my spirit longs to be
Like the sun and stars returning, like the winds and waters—free.