Charles Harpur

(23 January 1813 – 10 June 1868 / Windsor, New South Wales)

Early Summer

Poem by Charles Harpur

’Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue;
When wide warm fields are glad with corn as green as ever grew,
And upland growths of wattles engolden all the view.
Oh! Is there conscious joyance in that heven so clearly blue?
And is it a felt happiness that thus comes beating through
Great nature’s mother heart, when the golden year is new?

When the woods are whitened over by the jolly cockatoo,
And swarm with birds as beautiful as ever gladdened through
The shining hours of time when the golden year was new?



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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004